Continuing with our cheerfully recurrent theme of hopelessness and death, I wrote “One Last Drop” when I was about 16 years old. Whether this “death” is meant to suggest a literal meaning or a metaphorical one I cannot honestly remember. Needless to say, I was trying my best at being a dark and broody little kid back then, so anything even remotely related to darkness presented a great deal of interest to me. Something about scaring people seemed appealing to me. Unfortunately, most of this is still true.
“One Last Drop”
One last silent drop of wine
In this dreaded one last hour –
This I now ask of the life
To which eternal bliss I offer.
One last silent drop of blood
To fill the remnants of my dreams –
Hopeless shades crawling through mud
In sounds of ever-thrilling screams.
One last silent drop of tear
To live to reckon of my worth,
To wash up whispers of fear
For when I shall return to earth.
One last silent drop of rain
For all I’ve ever known so far,
To never be one with the pain
Of when I silently depart.