CAMELOT FANTASIES

DRAFTED TEARS

I draft the tears upon a broken heart.
Words that I know not, where to start.
Painfully the tears that fall, are torn apart.
Lifes consoled, with vacant souls to impart. [ Guests cannot view attachments ]
With the distancing beats, ov a heart.
Baring the pain, the tears embrace the soul.
It becomes so surreal, when a life goes.
Fading into the still, are the lively souls.
To what is real, you have become numb.
Another life, you can no longer feel.
Drafting ov tears, ov a life to instill.