Love and Lies

Alone and silently crying, slowly dying inside
Hugging and rocking, pressing against the bedside
Trying not to glance through crimson puffy eyes
Fleeting glimpse of an illusion shattered by lies

Reaching down, searching among broken shards
Wincing slightly as the edge bit in and scarred
Dripping blood slowly on an image now marred
Desecrated by bitterness and by rage, torn apart

From the slipperiness of stained hands it slips
Escaping as easily as a sigh flees from one's lips
Frustrating the mind so, until all sanity ripped
Impaling through hand and picture a ruby pick

He slowly pulled the shard of glass from his palm
Not noticing the hole where flesh and bone belongs
Without hesitation, he slowly drew the shard along
Carving the neck a mouth to sing depression’s song