Betty

Drieks wrote a new post

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September 5, 2025

Blood drips slow from the ceilingOh it tastes like rustHead's poundingSirens screamingMy mind’s combustCops poundingThe door’s caving in“Where were you” they shout“where’ve you been”I’m blankI’m hollowThe reel won’t playNo pastNo shadowJust a foggy grayIron tastes like memoryBitter and coldQuestions...

7 Comments

Willow
1 year ago

This has a surreal aspect to it. The iron tasting like memory is brilliant. Mind sees blood
- Drieks
  1 year ago
  
  Thank you Willow 🙏🏻
  Your words truly mean a lot to me.
Damian DeadLove
1 year ago

Brilliantly penned, Drieks. Into the book it belongs! Phenomenal lyrics my friend especially that chorus, love the drive of the musical arrangement, the beat is almost trance like. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

Damian
Drieks
1 year ago

Thank you Damian! 🙏🏻
Adelphina
12 months ago

This is awesome! I’m sorry I’m late to this post!!
Just wow!!
- Drieks
  12 months ago
  
  Thank you so much Adelphina! It really means a lot to me.
Drieks
11 months, 3 weeks ago

I can’t thank you enough for your beautiful words. I am pretty bad at accepting compliments so bare with me.
Also, english is not my native language so if I say something that doesn’t make much sense, I apologize!

But thank you for saying all this to me. Truly.
And no, I do not realize I help people through my words but it is really nice to think I can/do.

❤️