Black clouds never clear
The storm is drawing near
Away flies a murder of crows
Crying doesn't mean the pain left
It means the emotions are out
Where they might no longer burn, in
With my heart bereft
Filled inside with doubt
What an apocalypse we are earning
My loved ones preceded me in dying
My loved ones left me behind
By leaving before me
So if you don't like the fact that I'm crying
Why don't you taste some cyanide
Or at a minimum, ignore me
Maybe even hate me to the core
I might be releasing my tears
At least I've no more fears
To drown me in sorrow
