Teardrops Of Blood

This is about...........why don’t you find out yourself!
Here comes the rain,
here comes the pain
you’ve got nothing left,
your hopes and dreams slain...

Reality kicks in,
the crying begins,
this is your punishment,
for all of your sins...

You can’t accept it,
this doesn’t fit the crime,
not in your mind,
but it does in mine...

Everything’s shattered,
all torn apart,
your sorrow is
my work of art...

The teardrops run out,
you fall in the mud,
dead but still crying...
Teardrops of blood....

By nicole berrios
Published: 10/28/2006
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