Bloody Tears

No color is more powerful

nor radiant and bright.

Than that of the blood,

Shed in one’s night.

Sharp and silent

is the damage, the pain.

Such depression and anguish,

So deep the stain.

And in the faint moonlight,

does the blade glisten silvery red.

As tears rain upon the pillow,

her wrist soils the bed.

Heart ripped to pieces.

Talking with no one to hear.

With her head in her hands, sobbing,

comes the sea of bloody tears.