Ah, this feeling is all too familiar to my tattered body
My emotions expelled in the form of droplets,
Each tear holding the overabundance of resentment,
The complexities of life,
The confusion of the world,
The pain of man,
The scarring of my heart,
Again, I look into the mirror,
Consoling my new wound,
Nothing too new about it,
A slash, a puncture, a rip, a tear,
I'm bleeding again, but with no cloth to clean the mess,
No meds to reduce the pain,
No distractions to think differently,
And as I stare into this droplet of emotion,
I can see the trail it leaves,
Leaving the orifice of my eye,
Down my arid cheek,
Falling into depths of my prickly beard,
Where it'll then lie, and dissipate.
My dark eyes grow somber,
With every waking moment,
That I lie in my cold coffin,
Sleeping so tightly,
Wishing that soon, someday,
My bed will be torrid with love,
Where security is,
More than just a dream,
More than just an illusion,
More than just a fantasy
