The Knife Effect of a Tear Drop

Crystal water in glittering streams
Reflections of brokenness and anger
Blood stained sleeves and crackled screams
Looking down at tear dried paper
Pure emptiness in a single droplet
Filled with rage, hate and pain
And gravity digs in its nails to slit,
To tear the tear down to leave a wet stain
Upon my cheek and dripping off my nose
Onto my sleeve and cold wet arm
A tear full of broken promises I chose
To let rip me apart and cause me all this harm