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~