Bleeding Mascara*

Blood drips down my cheek
Full of sorrow
Making me weak

A life of poisoned grace
Visibly shows
Upon my face

Pain that knows no bounds
Hurts my ears
With bitter sounds

The brush dipped in black ink
Like the night
Where the souls sink

Silent screams break dawn of day
Creating chaos
In every way

As the dark crimson still flows
Where it destroys
Is where it goes

Blood drips down my cheek
Full of sorrow
Making me weak

I hear the angels sing:
Bleeding mascara
Such a cruel thing

*This poem title is derived from a song off Atreyu's album "The Curse" but its contents are not necessarily a reflection of that musical number