My eyes bleed tears,
because this curse,
thats laid upon my head.
Tis no reason left to live,
for love is cold and dead.
Days it seems just disappear.
and nights I am alone.
And theres no reason for a lie
if love is dead and gone.
To me it should not bore surprise,
why did I think a difference.
I have known this way before,
and begged for not repentance.
It seems Ive gone from bad,
to worse.
My eyes bleed tears,
because this curse.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bleeding-tears/
