She told me breaking hearts was the latest trend
And at first I did not believe...

Perfection was a taste
Of your ivory skin...

Azure like the sea
Eyes that penetrate the soul...

Lips painted red
I am content...

A lamppost burns like heaven's delight
Beacon for calm on a busy night...

There's life inside me
A lump, growing...

Thine beauty speaks
Of amber atrocities...

An angel's tears are proof
That the Earth is in dire state...

A sweet crescent moon
Lingers slowly overhead...

Heart, an organ meant to be broken
Part painful and half divine...

A pleasant day
Broken...

Blood drips down my cheek
Full of sorrow...