whisper

 
pain drips like a faulty faucet  
it is incessant and irritating
droning on and on in the background
until it thunders in your head
 
drip
 
drip

drip
 
with a mind all its own the heart aches  
it doesn't listen to reason
a maniac
it will send you over the edge
 
drip
 
drip
 
drip
 
it drones on and on
picking on your soft spots
until you agree with it
there is no other choice
 
drip
 
drip
 
drip
 
in death there is peace
no heart to ache
and no more pain to silence