My tears; a spectacle,

Entertainment to be consumed.

Marking my face in streaks,

Staining like a cheap perfume.

My tears; a ritual,

A song and dance

Made of melancholy blue.

My tears; a testament,

A prayer to a god

That never returns what I lose.

My tears; a bridge,

Between an ancient belief

And decline into sacrilege.

That seeks to find,

If not bliss

Then something better than this.