Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Tears





Hot, the tears of blood

The blood of tears

Bleeding from a skull torn assunder by a captive soul

Crying her heart out to the heavens above

It rains
To the petals that bloomed on the dew-dropped grounds

Scarred by the emotions that tear her apart

A cold sound of sorrow
Soundless as her feet walk by


The light of day

Mocking her like a dream out of reality

Thoughts floating from an unbarred mind

Are red like tears that fall down her face


She knows nothing,
she knows not

Yet time shows her everything

The bitter path her soul trod on

Littered with the thorns that pierce her feet
Staining the earth red with the tears of her life
Tearing her apart like the blade on her skin
Making her numb... cold...
Poor little puppet by the end of her strings

A discarded doll of her own hopes

To a bleak and lifeless


Mourn


The steps that she takes

The tears that she weeps

The blood that she bleeds
That will never stop for eternity


Like water from a fountain

Her tears fall
Colored crimson with the tears of her soul

And black like the emotions of her heart

You see her skin, it's red

From the carving of her heart on her wrist

Yet she does not know what to do

She does now know how to stop

Tears from falling down like rain


~Stephanie Yeow~
~23rd December 2008~
~12:07 am~