Dripping
I hear you coming from behind
You scare me even though I know you are there
I hear the dripping of your blood hitting the floor
It is crating a puddle where ever you go
All I hear as I walk away is
Drip, drip, drip
I start to run down the hallway
Drip, drip, drip
You are getting closer
You are right behind me
Just stop
I yell out to you
Drip, drip, drip
I take a glance behind me to see if I can see you
Drip, drip, drip
I see your blood soaken face
I let out a scream
I say
I’m sorry I did that to you but I had to
I then pick up my pace
Drip, drip, drip
I keep running but I can not lose you
I’m sorry
I yell one last time before I fall down
And you take me with you down to hell
So now I wander the same hallway with you doing the same thing
To me that I did to you
And no mater how much I scream
You will not stop
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