metaphorically speaking, of course.

it's 3 A.M.

and with

flickering shadows,

my vision

seems to blur.

it's 3 A.M.

and the moon

tears of glass

welling up

let them out

let them pass.

tears of fire

streaming down

i won't struggle

if i drown.

tears of blood

pouring out

more and more,

after i die,

i like to think

that someone will plant

a tree over my body.

couples will carve their

"everlasting" love