Tear

Through the many dimensions

I saw your face in my dreams

I met the damage inflicted upon me

In kind,

Where hurt placated all my thoughts of violence

And I became gangrenous  with the damages of your action

 brought down in in a thick swamp of your cowardice

Enraptured in the tar of your sick world

In boxes, in a cage, entrapped

Where the tainted shroud and mask became everything I had left

as though going through the motions remains everything  

As time passes, I see you for what you are

Recalling through the many verses

The vacant words

The vacant look of your treachery

Packaged up in the same boxes that I placed my eviscerated eye

those same boxes reused as refuge

where you have hidden for so long.

the world is filled with sick, disfigured animals

because of creatures like you  

where you cast me into the infected

corruption bathing my heart for years

I am of pestilence

As I ride half blind into the dark

The single tear you shed will never be enough.

A sick compensation,

For an attempt to bring light to this dark place

A tear in the ӕther that nothing can repair