drip dry

[spally]

what to do, where to go,
help me find myself.
who am i, i don't recongnize
these dark, painful eyes.
this time i think i've gone too far.
inch by inch, i take away the pain.
drop by drop, i'm fading away.
what do i do when i'm all dipped dry.
no more blood,
no more pain,
watch the rain fall upon my empty grave.
while the angels sing with me.
no more blood,
no more pain,
watching it all fade behind these eyes.
the angels sing this song with me.
i'll take away all this pain.
drip it away, inch by inch
into my empty grave,
as the angels sing my luluby,
drip dry.

[amuse]

this is the first poem about cutting that i've liked.

oh, because of the rhythm if you wonder.

[imrad]

yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Charles Darnay]

your rhyming scheme is good.....


Perhaps take it in a more orignal (and not overdone gothic style that cannot be taken as anything but a joke in today's society) way