No More Tears Since 1997

No more tears for that which has departed No endings for that which has not started The knife is in the skin, yet no bleeding Why shed tears? When tears we are not needing Drinking her bath water tasting so pure Using your vice, as her bait and her lure Drugs not taken, is the rapture of death In evry tear, evry laugh, evry breath No passions to give, no feeling to show Bottled up emotions, never let go A pound of flesh for a trip to heaven No more tears, since nineteen ninety seven