A bleeding gun
gave the foolish glass heart
a black rose and a silver bullet
with unwashed hands
her took her life
and laid it on his bed
shattering the glass heart
into razor sharp pieces
all as black as the rose
but none as beautiful
as the lost silver bullet
he always breaks such things
in a ***** room
the broken bottles and lost hope
out number the conscious thoughts
up a spiral of broken stairs he climbed
carrying another useless life
casting it among the bottles and misery
laying the fatal black rose
in a million shards of glass
covering the blood of the innocent
laying waste to unwanted ruins
the bleeding gun
was always the fool.