A tear to cry

With tears escaping my tired eyes,

I carve my pain out in words

For when the tears have parched away,

Rhymes of pain, remain unheard.

I lay there, on a bed of roses

But I just feel the barbs

Sewing past the lax petals

And the strata of my heart.

Give me back, what is mine.

Give me back my rhythm divine

Give me back a reason to smile

Or take away, from me, this life

Cherry-pick between love and mirth

But never have them both

For then there will be no ache

No god to worship

No kismet to fear

No vengeance to suffice

And no tear to cry.