Her Bleeding Tears

It's a very cold night.

The dew has settled on the leaves of plants.

I could see the shivers in her flesh,

I could see the dissatisfying desire in her countenance,

She screamed with no sounds;

"I NEED A MEANING"

"WHAT AM I?"

The confusion of personality misplaced was oozing out her bleeding eyes.

Her demons spoke loudly but she didn't see the hidden conversation she had with them. 

There in her display of organized misconception and disorientation was THE TRUTH! 

THE LOVE!! 

THE WAY!!! 

THE DEFINITION!!!  

Hovering in front of her seeking to settle.

She hungers to know,

Her thirst continues burning up her guts.

"Seems now it's serious" the disguised fallen angels spoke. 

Her tears rolled down as pellets hitting the earth as it opens up to sip in the content. 

All she had to pour.

It tasted like virgin blood in the massacre.

She continues her bleeding tears. 

"She wasted time"

"Her choice will be as defiling as her tears" they muttered in the shadows

Shaming the creation that seems to be helpless and must not be helped.