How can suffering be so lovely on a face?

Let the envy fall without an embrace.

When screams and sobbing cross my gaze,

my heart and ears burn like a fireplace!

The tears that fall from red eyes is what I drink for days.

The pain on your face is what I chase!

The batting of eyelashes bring storms.

Tears fall and bleach rainstorms.

The fear in your veins crack thunderstorms.

See your brain sizzle with distrust!

Pretty face painted by disgust!

I want to pen down all the love you've turned into dust... 

In sonnets, the lover kisses the hurt away.

Then the talker writes a song about it and craves fame.

Is my nobility something you can castaway?

Don't say no and leave it for another Sunday!

The lashes drip, and thus I decay...

To you, I'm just a grieving holiday. 

The batting of eyelashes bring storms.

Tears fall and bleach rainstorms.

The fear in your veins crack thunderstorms.

Runny nose and a crouched pose!

Warm cheeks, soft as the rose that fell through the window...

With your deserved agony I overdosed!

The sand of the Sahara can see through your game.

Your throat trembles when you say my name!

The salt is rushing through this keyframe.

Your surname blew-out my candle flame with the at most shame... 

I see your suffering in the rivers of your biological timeframe.

I wanted to see how you lost yourself in your "Hall of Fame".

The batting of eyelashes bring storms.

Tears fall and bleach rainstorms.

The fear in your veins crack thunderstorms.

Ears ring with pity and glass overheats... 

With cruel history the sorrow repeats,

but I keep telling you that your lashes are hypocrites!