The experienced wicked
Rain down chaos
To feed clean seeds their black water
Unearth infidelities
Defeat found in the cracks of broken bones
Lust found in the eyes of those mistaking sex
For true love
You rape hope and beauty
You rip and scar butterflies wings
Leaving the injured
To pull black petals from once pretty flowers
Not knowing weather
To love or to love not
To forget or to forget not
But how can they forget a pain like that
They'll always have the salt on their cheeks to remind them
Don't you see the loss in their eyes?
As you leave your victim bleeding alone in the darkest cold
How do you live knowing the amount of innocent blood stained on your hands
You deserve worse than death