Dripping red...

It drips down,

a silent drop,

it's colorless translucence,

yet with sentiments untopped.

It drips down,

in violent rage,

that stabs at the heart,

with cries of pain.

It drips down,

in angry humilitation,

at words heard,

on unseen scars.

It drips down,

a seering pain,

as you but,

stare at the stars.

It drips down,

in sorrowful recognition,

of the painful past,

and death,still miles apart.

..Nameless..

Sick and tired as i turn my eyes,

and towars that icy mirror do I stare,

nothing but thoughts of pity infinite,

I see them drop through those streaming eyes.

My search for a reason as it begins,

digging through every turn and curve,

I see nothing to solace my strife,

as i see those salty drops,drop down from those brown eyes.

I never knew how deep that reason lay,

but i know something that i want to say,

my life to me seems a pointless struggle,

as i battle those tidal waves.

I only wish that this day would draw,

to a close so deep and silent,

that as my ashes lie in my grave,

not even the sweeper above knows,who stays.