Beautiful Horror
If I could count all the tears
That have fallen from my
Eyes.
I don't think I could count them all.
The truth is,
The world won't stop for me.
The moon will not stop
Embracing the Earth with its enchanting light.
And, the stars will not stop
Twinkling with such beauty
that even the gods of love are envious.
My heart will not stop, but my soul has.
My brain will not stop, but my eyes have.
It's difficult,
To look through a window of light,
When darkness is all that is there.
When will the glorious winds sweep me off my feet
To a world where pain is no more?
When will water wash me away to that gracious haven?
When will fire, burn
All the pain that has been left in my soul?
And when will Earth open itself to me
And swallow me whole?
No one really knows
But I do.
Never.