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.