Where It Drips

It all drips down
around town
when the monsters take charge -
take control of their dirty, villain roles
and force feed our pleasures to the wide-eyed lenses.
We all drip down
In our lives
Wanting nothing more than bliss
Wanting nothing more than to be no part of this
So we seep and soak our souls into a place
Where trickery is common place
And our will is somehow respected

Believe me when they say,

And argue what you may,

In the end we all do know,

Our hearts do not drip up.