Broken
Prone...

Right now I'm crying,
Trying to let out some emotion...

Withdrawl from the fine smoke,
That mellows through the air...

My face broken and disrespected,
I was complete, and they took it all apart...

Silver glass,
Mirrors tilting the angle of my view...

So much blood,
It reminded me of a flood...

Vague memory's of perfection,
She reminds me that life is still worth living...

Look…
Eye to eye...

Look..
Eye to eye...

I wrote another poem,
About the time we spent alone...

And he means everything to her,
As she looks over her hood lined with fur...

Chaos of humanity,
The sound of hate...