Tears

just before I open my eyes to the aftermath of our disease,

I see you collapse, and still stand on your own two feet.

I see your eyes changing into loveless torpedoes,

they zero in on the ego.


From then on it's the battle of the ages.

Everytime it happens adds a notch to our belt. 
 

Its anti-venom dished out after,

Hugs and kisses.


Cheers to the time between the outbreaks.

Gloom suffocates when it comes.