Last broken cry.

Anger flows throughout her veins,
and inside her heart is screaming,
she blinks her eyes over and over,
some how hoping she's dreaming.
her eyes filled with hate,
and a coldness in her voice,
a tremble to her lips,
can't you just look deeper and see she has no choice.

a heart shattered and fatal wounds,
that lie within the soul,
what makes you think you can help,
once she gave up on self control?
the tears that flow down her face,
are enough to stop the world from turning,
can't you feel the fire,
can't you see her spirit's burning?

goosebumps lay upon her flesh,
and shivers go up her back,
the smile she fakes is enough to melt a mans heart,
but the only one she wants seems to throw her off track.
the gun she holds is silver and loaded,
loaded with silver that will end the pain,
by the end of the night,
she won't have to live in strain.

air isn't needed when your dead,
a broken heart doesn't need to beat,
pain can't hold you down,
when your walkin with fire burning your feet.
she gives him the power of destruction,
he tortures her heart with no emotion at all,
he takes all the strength she has,
making her cry and fall.

an angel she doesn't need to be,
because the devil she seems to love,
why not date the devil,
when heaven won't take her up above?
god seems to love her agony,
angels seem to laugh at her screams,
but always there and watching,
the devil remains in her dreams.

his smile is so catching,
his words smooth as silk that peirce into ones soul,
he'll protect her and command her ,
as long as she lets him in control.
so when the clock strikes twelve,
make sure to say goodbye,
because after you do,
the stars will hear her last broken cry..

-D.Madden