She awaits far more the smell of dandelion
Love dripping with blood
A mask to cover her hate and a hand to cover the mouth
He bites away at her face like cracks to concrete she breaks
Like concrete to cracks she remains
In still life frame covered in dust
A perfumed love sickens to his eyes
She gently strokes the heartache he lives for
And pounds a beating rhythm against hers as the walls still drip with blood
Off her hands shielding the face of tears that endlessly love...
Warning arms of compa**ion through blue skies of desperate lies
As concrete to fists tonight rains
Bloodhsed. She dies