Darkling

Rip

I can hear them
Crying out to me
I wipe my face dry
And yet I still feel
The wet tracks of their
Tears
My ears loud
With their wracking
Shuddering sobs
Ripping my eyes out
Letting my fingers slip deep
Into my sockets to pull
Out those treacherous orbs
That can't stop
CAN'T FUCKING STOP
Seeing them
Dying inside
Bleeding inside
Killing inside
If I could release them
Through death, I would
Yet life and death
Are both too parallel
For me to choose