How Can You Forgive Her?

How Can You Trust Her?

Her Tongue Is Forked

And Her Eyes Deceiving

What Is This Hope You Have

For A Naked Girl

Torn,

Living In The River Of Blood

From Her Victims?

Why Have Faith?

She Is A Liar

She Is A Beggar

She Is A Thief

And Nothing More.



How Can You Do This?

Care So Much For Bones Unbroken

And Blood Best Left Spilled

On The Floor?

She Is Sickly On The Inside.

Like A Rose She Seems Fragile, Warm

Soft,

But Hidden Beneath White Satin Petals

Are Hot, Red Thorns,

Ever Ready To Pry The Blood From Your Pores.

She Is Full Of Anger

Hate

Which She Desires To Spread To You.

She Is Trapped Inside A Circle

Built Of Thick Iron

That Appears To Be Thin Glass.

Ready To Shatter

Into One Million Tiny Pieces

That She Can Never Reconstruct.