Glass bits, shell pieces
And foolish beliefs.
A collage of stained cheeks
With lips cut by pain
And red as hell.
Box up that mayhem,
That turmoil in your hand.
That senseless witch woman,
In your house she dwells.
Tinkering thoughts rattle the palate.
So merciless in malice.
So shallow and so crass.
You broke it so well.
Ice shards, red brick
And minds too thick.
A collection of red eyes
Sprained from ache and lies,
Betrayed by you so well.
Box it away! Just AWAY!
I don\'t care to know it.
Or need it.
Or love it...
Anymore.
~☆Raven☆~