Drip, Drip, Drip...
Losing Grip.
Drip, Drip, Drip....
I'm going off the tip.
Drip, Drip, Drip....
blood plummets from my finger tips.
Drip, Drip, Drip....
I'm calm as blood rushes down my palm.
Drip, Drip, Drip.....
i finally slipped....
im gone.
Drip......Drip......Drop-
carly bachor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drip-drop-9/
