Drip...drop...drip...drop...
Death knocks on the door
of my waning sanity;
Each knock progressively
louder than the previous!
Drip...drop...drip...drop...
I trace my every footstep,
but the picture's incomplete;
The colors quickly fade
to just black and white!
Drip...drop...drip...drop...
Fatigue finds its shelter
in my shrunken muscles;
I'm unable to stay afloat
in insanity's monsoon!
Drip...drop...drip...drop...
I'm sorry...I'm sorry for
all the wrongs I've done!
But spare me your love...
For I spared myself of it!
I've danced with Death
for as long as I could...
But this show won't go on;
Take my life and shove it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem