When I cry,
there are mountains of tears,
that flow toward nowhere.
Tears that become stagnant
offensive, repulsive
A stench of tears
reflecting the horror story
deep within my brain
A decayed heart
producing toxic blood
to impregnate my veins
Every breath I steal
releases polluted fumes
that are poisonous and deadly
Each beat of my disturbed heart
a crude jump start
on this worthless body
My Souls' tears
fall on faded memories
buried in a forgotten life..
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