Bloody Teardrops

Bloody Teardrops fall in my head...
tears of the living...
tears of the dead...
words spin in puddles...
they cannot be said...
my world is in turmoil...
the sky as black as lead...
i lay in the center silent...
as if upon my death bed...
my thoughts are not to be spoken...
my face is not to be read...
my horrors are feasting upon me...
my sorrow has yet to be fed...
the rain is crimson blood...
to deep to be red...

this cannot be known to all...
this cannot be known to some...
this cannot be known to any...
who worship the shining sun...

for all who are happy...
for all who are free...
Bloody Teardrops will not drip...
on those who cannot see...

i see the horror...
the truth is not sought...
Bloody Teardrops in my head...
Bloody Teardrops in my thoughts...