So I was in a morbid mood...

Written 2011.11.03.


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

regret.

After months, years, decades

countless lifetimes

with an echoing crack

her heart shatters.