drips

or in the fresh snow, or on empty stairs outside a government building, or among the cherry blossoms Fear of FEMA – duality‑driven, conspiratorial, indie synth / experimental music Make the art you have to make Whatever road it means you take Lyrics: and it falls in, little bits, tiny drips splashing an oily skim, reflecting him, in moonlight he stoops low, looks below at rippling water sees a visage, dark grimace across his face and red drips in into the ditchwater billows out among the cattails a moon above, the pale light of, a bigger watcher holds night down, low to ground, night with dark above her with no innocence, his sin drops in, red ink on the paper he clutches his side, shirt crimson dyed, he falls to the water and red drips in into the ditchwater billows out among the cattails and as he lays here, abandoned there, along the roadside he turns his head, to see stars instead, brighter than ever and he turns over, what's over, his thoughts drift backward his eyes close, a sound rose, that was a final rattle and red drips in into the ditchwater billows out among the cattails the stars drip in into the ditchwater shimmer loud among the cattails