Femme Fatale

The ashtray is warm,
Cigarettes and lipstick remain,
Grey ashes are her thoughts,
Embers share her pain,

Rose petals lie,
Trampled on the floor,
Her secrets are bleeding,
Never shared before,

Why did she do this?
Take her heart like glass
Then smash it into pieces
Fragile gift in rugby pass

Betrayal from the lover
Now snow white on the ground,
Red is the carpet
Cadaver makes no sound

And silver smoke whispers
Tales into the night
Femme fatale lovers
Cast a bloody light.