Illustrated and written by: Jon Jun F. Ignacio
Deviant tears of soul, stained with sins unbound,
Each droplet a regret, a wretched anguish found.
Mindful pleadings, relentless erosion of hope,
Whispering echoes of irrevocable scope.
Wine spills forth, a toast to the weary-hearted,
As sweet confections melt, their temptations parted.
Equal words per line, each syllable counts,
An intricate tapestry, where emotions mount.
In this fragmented symphony, dark hues collide,
Condemning whispers, a delicate bittersweet tide.
Unraveled secrets, a dance on flickering flame,
Deviant tears of soul, their melody aflame.
Lost in the labyrinth of guilt and despair,
We navigate aimlessly, seeking solace rare.
But these tears, they bind us, a tragic connection,
Expressing what words alone fail to mention.
Their path is uncertain, like a winding stream,
Reflecting shadows and dreams unfulfilled, it seems.
Yet through pain and sorrow, redemption may lie,
In these deviant tears, a chance to reconcile.
So let them fall freely, these tears of the soul,
For within their haunting depths, healing may unfold.
In this realm of imperfection, where demons dwell,
Deviant tears of soul, our stories they tell.
