TEARS

By T.M.Bowers

Tears are running down my face,
just melted lies I see.
The Birds of Hell are heading south.
They leave this place.
They've had enough of me.

The drudgery of this game,
the players all the same,
The enemies all of one name:

Myself!
The one I've hurt the most,
haunted by the ghosts
of lies, the ones that run,
tears from my eyes.
To live agian, I'd go for broke,and
clench my teeth on words I've spoken,
Close my lips on screaming rage,
and would erase the bloody page,
Of history I had written,
and smash the Raptor birds
who have bitten,

Drawn the life blood from my soul.
Its at an end now,you should know,
I see the blood flow
from my veins, and as I
leave,I feel no pain,
For who knows, when I come agian,
the evil birds may be my friends.

And when I die in my disgrace,
those hellish birds will claw my face,
And strip the flesh off of my bones.

They'll leave me lying here alone,
But in the end, my friends you see,
Those Devilish birds do honor me.