Tears

Drowning, Tears
My essence leaking from the ducts
Can’t hold back how I feel
Do not weep for I am here to make it… go on
The days fly by faster than the blink of an eye
Time doesn’t register in the mind of the wicked
One day, ten years, or two hours. Who knows?
I feel as though you were gone even when you were there
I reach out
You turn to ash
Burned in the heat of my hate
Tears cool the remains
I can drown and burn at the same time
It hurts to breath when you are near
Throat in the trap or snare
Gone before the earth rises to hear
Silent mourning
Am I the only one here?
Leaking
Sobs you will hear not. When I am gone
Goodbye, the time draws near, far more near than the fear.