It tears lightly

on the jagged edge

of your burning heart,

fading so softly,

crackling fury,

blurring the dark.

Loosing your

tight-lipped control

on the brink of insanity,

It tears slightly

as the red drawn lines

cross out your humanity.

Pooling harshness

on the nape of your soul,

the mixture it slithers,

festering of cooling rage,

of built up repentance,

of time that withers.

Jutting up in

welcoming distaste,

the arms stretch forth

from the darkness,

brinking you down,

spilling your worth.

The tear folds back slightly

as from within,

with true pitted force

your heart,

it shudders

'till death takes its course.