The tears won’t even fall
anymore…
The ugliness of this world
has turned them into
pockets of sand and dust,
scratching the backs of eyes
irritating the edges of hearts
bringing no relief.

The tears won’t even fall
anymore…
They know they cannot wash away
the disease that has infected these lands,
like a parasite that feeds on fear
it consumes until nothing is left,
then regurgitates fear
in the form of evil.

The tears won’t even fall
anymore…
Their cleansing power is lost
in the empty cavern of these souls,
these souls that fight and steal
and lose and hate,
these souls that have no home.

The tears won’t even fall
anymore…
They mourn their former purpose
the strength they once had
the care no longer there.

And yet, in the vastness of the desert
in which they now live
there is somehow still hope,
a glimmer of faith that maybe someday
their power to cleanse will be restored…
…or maybe that’s just a mirage.