• Drip, drip, drip, drip.
    Each droplet wetly hits.
    One, Two, Three, Four,
    From each line onto the floor.
    Red rivers, slowly streaming.
    Silently, your soul is screaming.
    Wrists, ankles, hips, and thighs
    The cuts quickly multiply.
    Fading, hiding, hurting, lying
    No one knows you're slowly dying.
    Slice, stab, scorch, scrape.
    Marring scars don't always fade.