My Dead Heart Poem by Jasmine Appelhaus

black tears are that fall,
even when i cry,
black tears are all that fall
from these dead eyes of mine

can someone please tell me
why i cry tears so black
and why can i never stop
this aching pain i feel
in my forever-bleeding dead heart

so if it is true
that i cry for the aching i feel
or for the dulling pain
i feel so strongly in my chest

even when the moon is there
i still cry black tears
even when a smile is on my face
still i will cry black tears

so if it is tears that i must shed
then so be it for i am already dead
now my never-beating heart
has a reason to beat
it will not for i have lost it once again

and though these tears
are cold and deadly
the blood that fills them
is ever so black
like the darkness
that i have become

my black tears fall
and though i am dead
my heart still has time to mend