Bleeding Through

Tears come, and tears fall, upon my bed...
bleeding mascara.
Thousands of sets of eyes smeared into my pillow,
distorted,melted,and stuck.
The aftermath of agony,
tears caught in the act of release.
Splatters staining the sheets...
bleeding mascara.
Black,smokey,grey, are the colors on this canvas.
Painted from pain,
and emotional peice of art.
Permanent fixtures into the fabric strands,
bleeding mascara.