I weep. You do not see it.
I scream. No one hears it.
I boil. Only you know.
And they run, coursing
my deepest fears, these
Shadow Tears.
I lock you out. And you
break down the door.
I push you away. And you
bind my arms.
I walk alone. Yet you are
always there.
And they fall, like dead
soldiers, until my face
molders. These Shadow Tears.
I sow seeds of silent remorse.
You do not provide the rain.
I willingly die of thirst.
You force me to drink.
I bleed blood that isn't there.
You give it name, and substance.
And they break away
pain that cries and leers,
always, Shadow Tears.
