the last that i saw of her
was in broken pieces of glass around me
my bleeding wrists my burning heart
as i lay on the ground to collect
the fragments of my dead love

i get distracted by a sound
i crawl on my bare body to the window
echoing rolls of laughter
the moon so shaky and sarcastic
"you're more naked than my coldness"

my anger knew no bounds
filthy thoughts pulverizing my mind
but the moon never lied
NOTHING HURTS MORE THAN THE TRUTH
nothing strips more than your honor

all my body crying for help
which part do i care for
am still trying to pick the fragments
they pierce my skin and laugh alike
they were never hers

my eyes were deceived by betrayal
pieces of me scattered all around
someone pick me up and fix me
before its too late for a re union
help me ...its only becomming worse