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There they drip

Cold wet streaks

out of my eyes

and down my cheeks

Ever so slowly

leaving a trace

by the redness

And with every new tear

the visions

Oh, the visions

Drifting in and out of my mind

like the eclipses in the sky

I hang my head in shame

for the person I have been

Here in my head

repeats words I have said

Issues I bare

with memories of a lone soul

a solitary spirit

tear

Awaking murderer

tear

A saddened heart

tear

And now I rome

as I always will

Calm, yet hyperacting

searching for the rite pill.