So I was in a morbid mood...
His eyes are black shards of ice,
murderous, glinting with cold fury.
His lips are remarkably normal
but the words that pass through them are not.
Sharp, toxic blades
dripping with disdain, disgust, distaste
aimed straight at the heart
His smile is there, yes
A fake mask plastered on his face
A veil that shields his true emotions
anger, hate, fury, rage
After months, years, decades
with an echoing crack
her heart shatters.