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Old A solemn drip
Runs down my body towards my aching hip.
I wonder away
What it implies.
These lingering souls
Reaching for all of their fortunes untold
Stay trapped
Between here and the sky.
A broken thought
Leaves me feigning for things I never caught.
So on? So on
Drips the drop.
I want to save
What everyone should express fervently today
And bottle it
Bring it to a stop.
So much to desert
Stays around in my face so blatantly overt.
So that I may not
Ever scream or cry.
But wither to sin.
Keep torture and erroneous pains within
So that I feel sick
Enough to die.
So on drips the drop
As I stare in envy at my distant sky.
How with you I?ve fought,
My subtly torturous lullaby.
