The Unnamed...

Her lungs are dry,
she'd crawled on her knees.

crawled on the blades of fury,

for the crime she was judged by the jury...

For the days she lived, lie and arrogance were the weapons
weapons of her intentional fake,
all the things he had she always had to take...

Her eyes cold as frost,

drilled his body from the crust to core,
the pain she gave was more than he could endure...

These were his obvious cries,

burn my misconceptions,

let me look beyond those lies,

let me see the place where your darkest heart conspire...

Leave me some air,

for my dry lungs to repair...

Your eyes are so sharp,

they created a hole in my soul,

leave me your footprints, to get back the heart you stole...