Streaming tearsdown my face,ever flowingnot from sadnessnor grief. A frenzy you createdwithin my body,immense emotions flying,overwhelming mewith nowhere to gobut to trickle downmy cherry-red cheeks.

If pain could turn into smokeThe sky would go outThe sun would lose its charmWithout light to guide usIf pain could turn into smokeThe blue would fadeAll life would turn to embersIn this thirst to cryGray returnsThe world spinsThe...