Pricking of a tear

I can feel the tears prick in my eyes, a cold wash of fear.
The beautiful picture infront of me blurs, happyness turns to darkness
and I am blind.
The striking red of a rose apperars to bleed, dripping light
blood.
Calm waters change to raging storms, the joyfuly swimming duckling
drowns, screaming with a wave
The creeping willow, claws violently at shattered panes.
The rain flooding through it, too turns red.
Chattering voices around dissolve to a rumble, shaking through my
head.
Each tear rolls with with, like 100 razors digging blissfully into my
skin.
All reality is long lost, I am left alone, standing hoppless and lost,
staring into the confusion that is my world
The storm will settle soon and the duckling reborn, rose petals form
again and willow return to sheltering the bay
But it will all flood back, with the next pricking of a tear.