The dying boy
The last thing he ever felt,
was a painfull tear for her.
The tear went down over his pale face
slowely, like tears justed to do.
First over his cheek, then the mouth, on to the next place.
When the tear dropped of his chin
and found his way down to the pillow on his bed,
the crying boy was dead.
Drowned in that single tear for her.
God must have thought: kill kill, less is more
or maybe He din't thought at all
Tears dry up,
people forget.
But I'm sure I'll never forget you