The knife drove in deep,
“Move on” she said, “there’s others.”
I felt the knife pierce my heart,
Every open heart at least gets infected,
But mine’s always wounded,
And bleeds nothing but tears.
My ears start to ring, heart sniffles,
And I, I black out.
“It keeps flooding! Hurry get him to the hospital,
Soon, he’ll have no tears left.”
This I hear, from atop a stretcher,
Yes, I have died many many times,
Ran out of tears, no emotions left to pump throughout my soul,
Survival Mode now steers,
And there’s nothing left but fear.
At the end of one’s existence, there appears a white light,
Must be why life always shines black,
Robs, never gives back,
Murder’s, and stays on the attack,
Light’s shadow: black.
I open my eyes, and kick my head back,
It’s night time: fear mode,
Lights were on, shadows showed,
With the window open,
Darkness loomed, darkness blew,
I saw my heart,
Without tears, it was blue,
I looked out the window, down the cliff and at the ocean,
Then knew, I was back at my asylum,
Mode 3: Mental Noose,
Here we most die,
But not today, today I shall live.
Today I shall cry.
The window between mere existence and life is always so near,
In my mind, so dear,
I must cross it, break through my fears,
I’m falling, to the ocean of tears,
I can hit a rock, or I can clear,
But the risk is choosing life,
A hard choice I know, I hear,
I hit the water,
I smile, and I cry,
I cry and cry and cry,
But in this ocean of tears,
My heart can never go dry,
So I swim, and I swim, and I cry,
Til I reach the other side,
Mode 1: Love Shines.