A/N: a little poem for the people who feel obsession creep into their
veins.

Dedication: To my flowers, may the winter ice pierce your hearts and freeze
your fears.

Break me

I see you
I feel you
Somehow I can see your heart of glass

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I would hunt again

I prowl
I crawl
Just to see your heart shatter
Every. Single. Time.

Break me
Like your soul

Break me
Like your body

Break me
Every. Single. Time.

You don't feel
You don't see
You can't see your heart of glass

But I am here
Every. Single. Time.
You break

A/N: Near midnight ish..bear with me