A World of Endless Hate

A gold ring upon broken beads
Crumpled up papers on the floor
Blood stains on the old, worn carpet
A woman's body begging no more

Her eyes are closed in no delight
Even in death her spirit mourns
For when her reasons walked away
She felt no more will to be born

The mirrors are cracked with despair
Silence echoes in her lonely room
Why did the man never come?
Why'd he leave her to her doom?

The night passes, morning comes
And still there remains no sound
She is a broken piece of violence
Never again to be found

A shattered wine glass still dripping
An angry man's voice resonates
A body stained with browning red
A world of endless hate