Her tears fall down like razor blades slicing to the soul.
Another slice, sharp and deep to prove her heart's hole.
She'll cut her heart out of her chest and tie it with a bow.
Beating for you, nailed to the door to decrease blood flow.
Crimson stream to the floor, drops of blood to read.
Mark every lash of a liar's whip to death will always lead.
To the door, a nailed heart, will scream the beats of death.
Will foreshadow the suffocating takes of a undeserving breathe.
Faded into sky and ground, ashes consume the air.
Will be inhaled of the promises of her death's fulfilling swear.
To be choked on by the pain of her ashes burn to lung.
Reminds the breathing of eternal screams of a heart dying young.