she awaits far more the smell of dandelion
love dripping with blood
a mask to cover her hate and a hand to cover the mouth
he bites away at her face like cracks to concrete she breaks
like concrete to cracks she remains
in still life frame covered in dust
a perfumed love sickens to his eyes
she gently strokes the heartache he lives for
and pounds a beating rhythm against hers as the walls still drip with blood
off her hands shielding the face of tears that endlessly love
warning arms of compassion through blue skies of desperate lies
as concrete to fists tonight rains
bloodhsed she dies