A Tear Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Life, it without limbs, appears to, mud pox unbox;
hit a tone, out faceless form words, note, thrust heart, its harsh touch:
in one eye fox, awaits, hear news, echoing a pain reaction in me.

Tiny shape dot rape, flickering form drop; changes inside whole body, growing faster: hurt escape out eye, wobbling angers, see a mound pile a rock.

I'm, found indeed, the maker of this creature, at bite evil schemes, not sole creator;
yell, cry of a baker:
sink faker on cheek, a puddle.

Events in a life, shock firm, laid in actuality, bring its fact;
from an impact hell's rage, ripping of horror:
realize cruel act, fate intentions believably, lived direct connect.

Time up, sent a drip small off cheek, call to depart chin down;
leap open air, from left eye a bright gem:
likened shape a wall, within twinkles dot.

Factors, a self entitled crown, heart strike, freed a limbless toad fact, in shear misery;
carries firm set fear, unrighteousness the full, lined body:
outward burst, found guilty.

Demonic angry drip, spinning, drop lower floor, traveling zoom, boom; destroys doom small dot splatters, into pieces, in parts:
roll beads, touching it things, multiply pain.

Any tear felt, brought from its pit, exposed dark nightmares, as a ball to go, free in will, fallen;
reflect this harm that carries:
giving a call, stop by none answer sorrow.