Every tear I shall collect,
But not one shall taint
The earth.
For I will mould every shard
In vengeance
of emotion.
And when enough pain
is forged cold.
The blade frozen in segments
Of woeful agony,
Then I shall pearce you deeply,
So you feel the coldness
Of every tear descending down
Tarnished cheeks.
And know that pain saved,
Has a price worse that what
Was dealt before.
Because tears have a price,
Are you doing to pay...