Trickle

Trickle, trickle, trickle down
Like spiders crawling to a meal
Baptize all the snowy skin
Attone my love of all my sins

A metronome apportions paint
To slowly cast the master stroke
The rhythm leaks and leaves the vein
Like water on a frozen pane

The summer eyes turn wintery
and cast away the sun
I kneel in pools of misery
and watch the rhythm run

I hope my love can hear me breathe
I’d promised her I’d never leave

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