SHE sings with war
But SHE talks with tremble
SHE strides with flowers at her feet
And SHE stands with rose thorns
SHE whispers sweet nothings into HIS ear
Until they bleed…
SHE stabs her dagger
Into dissembled hearts and TURNS and TURNS and TURNS
Oh! How SHE’S too frightened to tell HER truths
While others bathe in HER misdemeanors
SHE…SHE…SHE… SHe…she…
she is no more