Warm droplets fall at a fast pace
Hitting the tiles at such a speed
Racing, slipping down
You can hear a small splash
Crimson drops fall now
This time faster
Running, pooling to the floor
Forming a puddle
The droplets pool together
A scarlet ocean has formed
The ocean grows, waiting, hoping to be cleaned up before
it\'s too late.
The tiles are forever stained
Pink and orange tones trace spiderwebs
But nobody had come to stop the ocean
Nobody cared until it was too late.