Lovelorn
By Iwan Dek

Drip drip drip,
Liquid is dripping to the ground,
Drip drip drip,
You venture out the room,
Drip, drip,
Try to follow the sound,
You walk slowly forward,
The sounds gets nether harder or softer,
Drip, drip,
At the end of the hallway you turnaround,
Drip,
You see a trail of crimson,
You hesitate,
Slowly you begin to follow the trail,
Drip, drip,
A door, locked,
You try to look trough the keyhole,
Darkness,
Softly you hear a pounding sound,
Pound, drip, pound,
Again you he hesitate,
Drip, pound, drip,
Carefully you reach for the key,
Slowly, hesitating, you put the key in the lock,
Without turning the dour opens with a squeak,
Pound pound, drip, pound pound, drip,
Darkness now fills the hallway,
Careful you take one step inside the room,
Total darkness,
Pound, pound, drip, drip,
Now you step fully into the room,
Back agents the door, locked,
In the far and of the room the is a soft glow,
A soft red pulsing glow,
The pulsing of the glow seems to equal the pounding,
Drip, pound pound, drip drip, pound,
Fearful you take steps towards the pounding sound,
With every step closer the pounding grows louder,
Pound, pound, drip,
After slowly pacing, you reach the source of the pounding,
Frightfully you look at it,
A pounding heart,
Pound pound, drip, pound pound drip,
In shock you grip your breast,
A sticky feeling,
Drip, drip, pound,
You look, crimson, red, blood.
You realise,
The pounding, the dripping,
The heart, the blood,
It is your own, pounding, bleeding heart
Beating, bleeding for love, Lovelorn.