For years I have collected tears and put them in my box
Leaving them, but not to rot.
I wait for new souls to come
So I can put their tears in my
Vile.

When all is do I go to a cloud and
See the life of a pale young one.
I pour the vile on the cloud and
Make these tears pour down.

The child starts to cry having
No one around
Waiting for the sun to come out and
Play forever more.

These tears stick on like honey
Leaving them to stay back and
Be forgotten.
I wish never to do this
But I have no choice.

I was chosen for this job ,
I will keep pouring tears until the last
Drop falls.
I cry my own tears and let them fall
I wish the Angel of Death will take
My Heart and give it to his Queen.

I want nothing more to do with these
Tears.
As my last tear drops
I hear wings
The Angel has come
It make my Heart and puts me in Misery's hands.

Thanks to the Angel these tears are no More .
The new souls will be taken care of
By the new Guardian's love.

This is the last page of this book. This how I feel at time...
So yeah bye😊