Murder in a Teardrop

revenge, hate, betrayal... anger at its best

We drowned them in our sorrows and ripped them all apart
Killed their fragile spirits and we broke their little hearts
Our solitude confined us, eccentric as we were
We murdered them with teardrops that no one ever heard
Words and screams left bruises, beating hot upon their souls
Finally we showed them how their actions took a toll
Dreamers are always dreaming, and liars always lie
I’d rather sit here crying, by the fire’s light I die
My face is dark and ashen from the blistering flames
They caress me softly as they crackle out my name
The heat takes the pain away, icing down my wounds
It erases all my scars and tears. (I’ll be leaving soon)