Black Tears

Gone. Gone. Gone

The rest of my life has been ripped apart to shreds

Now that he’s gone

My future used to look like a lit up stage just before

The curtain opened, potential and story suspended in the air

The excitement of preparing to perform for a captive audience

Then the curtains caught fire, and the demonic blaze

Spread throughout the theater, up the riggings, backstage

And into the audience, the heavy smoke of grief

Clouding the air

The fire burned like hell, but I could not escape the theater

It was my world, and nothing existed outside of it

The flames consumed me, scorched me inside and out

My world came crashing down on top of me, and I was

Trapped under its heavy burden

The fires eventually died down, and I reluctantly

Observed what was left of my theater, my life

What I saw terrified me

Nothing but charred ruins remained

I knew right away that this theater could never be rebuilt

There was, however, one spot in the theater where a

Flame always blazed

I could always make that fire grow, make the world

Burn, surrounded in an inferno, tears dripping down

My face