Final Teardrop

Eyes watered, about to fall.
Hardly able to even crawl.
Silent voice, screaming soul.
Spirit becomes a swallow hole.
Pain and Dreary,
Are all that fill me.
Suffering and Sorrow,
Waits for tomorrow.
Mind of dark art,
Corroding all heart.
Scars will never show,
The wounds only grow.

The tear drops.
The life stops.


Copyrighted ©2001 by Christopher Gielbert !-- BEGIN OF NO-RIGHT-CLICK SCRIPT ====================================================== -->

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