The Beast

Drip a drop in the bucket for the price of a dream. Spare the ghost known by most, always felt but never seen.

Cream preferred for a kiss from the blessed living free. Taste of light, spark of life, under stars, dance with me.

Music fading on the feet, another drop to hold my hand. Sing the song soaked in sorrow, For the love that once began.

Final taste of empty breast, as the storm rolls on shore. Empty rings from the tin, tears of rain from beast before.