All Dried Up

Soft, rosy cheeks; Turn moist and wet. From all the tears that leave, Tragic traces of hurt and regret. But I don't contain, Seas and oceans in me. For the tears to be eternal, And just keep on flooding out freely. So when they dry up, Doesn't mean that I stop. Because When my tears dry up, The blood, will surely drain and drop. I'll cry tears, Of pure red blood. with every little drop, I will drain out all the love. Each last drop, Of blood, I will cry. Till all of it drains out, Till it just stops, and I die...