| Teardrop |
| You've hurt me worse Then ever before Yet for some reason I cry no more. Time and again I've bled My soul never eased Tears ran fast and bitter Yet no eyes are dry like these. I sobbed and gasped Felt the tears sting and smart And now my face is dry No tears hydrate the dark. My soul felt austere Bitter words hurt again The salty wash came Yet my tears now end. The tiger's bite drew blood And a drop graced my cheek My face of stone appeals No moisture makes it weak. I used to awake My face against wet pillow I cry more and more inside But outside never show. I hurt like never before Yet I can cry no more I have cried for sad songs Memories pervade my head I once shed tears at that They sang what I'd said. I've cried so many times No tear remains to drop But liquid hurt is alright When will the inside stop? My final tear will be Someday, whenever best I shall cry inside forever The final teardrop is death. |