By Iwan Dek
Drip drip drip,
Liquid is dripping to the ground,
Drip drip drip,
You venture out the room,
Try to follow the sound,
You walk slowly forward,
The sounds gets nether harder or softer,
At the end of the hallway you turnaround,
You see a trail of crimson,
Slowly you begin to follow the trail,
A door, locked,
You try to look trough the keyhole,
Softly you hear a pounding sound,
Pound, drip, pound,
Again you he hesitate,
Drip, pound, drip,
Carefully you reach for the key,
Slowly, hesitating, you put the key in the lock,
Dear MommyDear Mommy,
You told us this morning that you are terribly sick with a cold.
In respect of that, we have tried very hard to squeal at everything,
Unroll not one, but 2 rolls of toilet paper for you,
As well as knock over both of our drinks with breakfast.
We have fought more often, with louder screaming
And even made each other bruise and bleed!
The fridge and cupboards were raided of all their contents,
Making extra sure things like banana peels didnt make it into the garbage.
We were sure that youd have extra fun vacuuming today,
So our raisins from lunch all made it to the floor.
Being able to lay down with you was
RefugeIn a world of second-guessing:thumb108475947: :thumb106642424: :thumb107524478:
your eyes, darkened by shadows, peer out
at a barely-recognizable homeland
is it really a home?
trust is torn apart by claws of hatred and
thrown among the despairing
there is no welcome mat here
There is only fear
a thick slime left behind in the footprints of our shadows
a smell thick enough to taste
an orange light penetrating our dreams
But keep your heart with me
and Ill try to be your refuge
you can hear the bi