It drips down,
a silent drop,
it's colorless translucence,
yet with sentiments untopped.
It drips down,
in violent rage,
that stabs at the heart,
with cries of pain.
It drips down,
in angry humilitation,
at words heard,
on unseen scars.
It drips down,
a seering pain,
as you but,
stare at the stars.
It drips down,
in sorrowful recognition,
of the painful past,
and death,still miles apart.
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