The Cover Up

Falling down

Rolling on a hill

And then finally touching 

The hands of a soul

So broken

So cold

And they won't cease

They keep falling down

Continuously

Creating a stain

Of Emotion it reeks 

Surrounded by no one

But pain and grief

Wondering what there is to do

When consumed with guilt

And afraid to face the truth

As these tears roll down my cheeks

They fall in my hand

And they just won't cease