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 dracks 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 agains 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
bloodshed
she dies...