-they wrote themselves vol2.-

-drip on the sill-

run, to the end of the pier,
to meet you, my fate.
shake hands with my discontent,
a truce, lets end this like mature, responsible, adults.
keep me in mind this tuesday,
while doing your daily, whatever you do.
keep me in mind, behind your eyes.
attentive soldier, keep true and wise.
drip dripity drop on the sill, this leak will soon become a lake.
drip dripity drop, drip drip.
i dance on glittering shards,
a sacrifice, to prove to you, how much there is at large.

a sacrifice, to prove to you that i am still in charge.