Drip Drop

Dripity drop
My words kurplop
Drip a drip drop
Levels rising bit by bit
Drop drip
Ripples make my heart flutter
Drip...drip... Drip
The same drip they hear
From a leaky prison faucet
The only reminder the world still exists outside
Insanity comes with silence
But the dripping drives me to the brink
Drop drop drip drop
Dangerously close to the lip
Of the Grail from which my pen draws ink
And then they begin to spill
Drippity drip drip drip drop
Drop down the side
I am parched and my drink goes to waste
Drip drop on the table of creativity
Staining the table cloth
A pattern, no, a mess, of intellect
Drip drop
I must drink to survive
Drink before I scream
Drip-drip-drip
Drink so I may sing
Quench! Quench my incessant thirst
Insatiable!
My pen, my bow, which plays my vocal chords
To sweet melodies
Needs rosin before they snap and wither away
DRIP DRIP DRIP
I must drink to be
For writing is the life in me.