From the black clouds a single drop falls
Drop, Drop, Drop
It flies through the air like a baron of the skies
Drop, Drop, Drop
Down on the street my body still stands
Frozen in time like a colorless glare
And on that body the single drop lands
Like a prophet from a heavenly stare
It slides down my cheek like a lovers caress
A feeling I thought would never come again
Onto my neck like a ravenous kiss
I touch with my hand but it’s no longer there
The liquid bead sinks into the skin
Like a tear of which I am now empty
It dissolves in my blood, making it thin
Easier to flow, easier to leave me
The skies command more drops to release
Crimson soldiers drowning in blame
March through the fall to finally bring peace
I can almost hear her calling my name
They enter through the skull, shattering the mind
The eyes can almost taste the serenity of the dawn
The molten sting releases as the body becomes blind
The skin continues melting until I too am gone
Hank's Happening 