Tears & Blood

I lashed out, enraged at the passion,
that same passion, whose refusal now shunned,
just to laugh at my cold heart in silence,
the demons howl, each knowing they've won...

On this day, my poor mind hath betrayed me,
while melodies of the orchestra, chant from the past,
and as each anthem just adds to the confusion,
sanity hangs by a thread, alone, barely attached...

Would crying a tear from my eyes lessen likely,
the burdens so heavy, from my foolhardy soul,
it's ever so effortless, for now that you know me,
each tear a buildup, and down my cheek as it rolls...

From my bosom arrives a most bloodcurdling wail,
I chose to cut myself, it's the only way that I cope,
as hell returns for its unveiling, my body stays broken,
clouding my thoughts, and every reason for hope...

My tears, the blood, never to be lonely no more,
dancing with the other, sensing me as a lunatic mad,
|but in time, the pain will wither, as will the reason,
a perception no longer, as were the times that I had...

The voices in my head, so stubbornly they cling,
as the melancholy I embraced, it happened today,
though unbalanced my state, and its purpose to be,
my sorrow had escaped, when I needed it to stay...