Clean up your own tears

Black - you feel, you’re out of the shock

Alone in dark surrounded with more fog.

Slowly from lips of soul tears start to flow-

As you hear the heart - it beats too slow.

Unafraid, you’ve already had all your fears

You sit down and cry, and clean up your own tears.

You had friends, but they were not told

The stories of how you’ve been this cold.

You make it your bed, a sea from your sight-

And you start to sink in tears of your own eyes.

You rise up again, how could you kill yourself?

But still you watch how your dreams start to melt.

You look at your hands, and feet - they shake.

Your heart is hurt, yet it does not break.

You prefer to death, but you have to survive.

You have nobody to dry your eyes.

They’re hurt too and they refuse to sprout;

Yes, It’s when your tears refuse to come out.

You’re already tired of weeping, they fear

For they know you’re tired of cleaning your own tears.

Though you do stop, it’s when sky starts to rain-

And burn your wounds to gift you more pain.

You look about eternity and to it you say, “Surprise-

You do whatever, I don’t have to, now, clean my eyes.”

The Satan, who does scare you no more, may appear,

You say, “Even you weren’t there to clean my tears.”

And he stands there with his head bowed down;

‘Cause they fed you more hatred, yet you don’t frown.

The evil may do, and the god may see-

That you’re supposed to be most, but you’re not free.

Though you want, but you see nobody, to heal,

‘Cause there’s nobody around, but you still feel.

You’re amazed, and you’re lost in some storm-

That you can’t achieve for what you were born.

With a throbbing soul you try to ploy once again,

But you’re bound in affliction, you’re no more sane.

Countless words, and many transference may rise

But even now in cold water the fog around lies.

You know there is a wrong, and there is a right,

But all you could cry is that you can not cry

For there is nobody around in your sight,

And nobody who would come to clean your eyes.

You look down, a million fathoms, and you’re about to jump

Convincingly, to make your life to come to an end.

In a fraction of time, from dark you see a glow.

Though you may not, but your heart does know

About the angel, who now appears, to make a change.

You stand in shock, again you cry, and it’s too strange.

From her fragile hands, your eyes, she clears;

Now, you don’t have to clean up your own tears.