With a Tear and a Smile

For every tortured step through time,
Another soul avails their life
Imbuing us with the strength to carry on.

As every delectable drop does fall,
The crimson tang of ecstacy,
A tear wells up at another lost.

For not only do we steal their lives,
But the very essence of their souls
Raping them of their innocence.

Never again may they return fully,
To a mundane life, the daily grind
Without realizing we are there.

From that point on they live in fear,
Always checking over their shoulders
An existance of constant paranoia.

It is for these souls which I weep most,
They alone can see the truth
And they know their time is short.

Yet we continue on feeding our lust,
Quenching our desires on their blood
With a tear and a smile.