The Tears
Every sweet tear,
That slips down my softened face,
Gives me another,
Hopeless night.
When things fall,
When the ashes are lit.
I only see my bloody wrist,
Get another slit.
The pain I feel down in my soul,
Can't compare to the temptation of,
Meeting my own last danger.
I dread the bile,
Of raw to come,
When I feel the tears flow.
The hot water rolling down my cheeks.
Aching silently,
In the midst of night.
Sometimes praying doesn't,
Even,
Give the slightest of chance.
Feel the unconscious state take over me,
I close my eyes with a slight,
Smile of satisfaction.
It's time I meet my Oblivion.
But still,
The scalding scarlet blood,
Runs down the finger tips,
Of thee it had ruined.
