Bloodthirsty tear,

You burn holes in my brain,

Then roll down again.

To choke me with remorse.

But still not content,

Your fury you vent,

On my heart: your source, of course.

Bloodthirsty tear,

Just let me ask why,

As you scorch down my tie,

And plop in my beer from my cheek.

If in my heart,

Is where you start,

Aren’t you squeezed dry? : I’ve cried all week.