Tear Drop

This is not a poem but another ripple in the ocean,  
The clouds shine downwards a ray of crimson red,  
Love is given for performing all and enduring all,  
Through the hard, strong, meek or small.  
   
Unlike my brothers I cannot smile,  
My breath carries weight that clouds many minds,  
My tongue wet and dry hungering for bloodily insides,  
My mind razor sharp but focused on being poised with rhyme.  
   
What is a tear, I always did wonder,  
An emotion, response or conviction turned to impulse.  
   
--.. --- ... / -.- .. .- / -.-. ..- .-.. - ..- ...  
   
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,  
Inspired greatly by all great works I have seen and heard.