Glass Splinters

Glass splinters in my lungs
can't breathe
and the air is agony

My next breath will be my downfall
but it doesn't matter anyway
my heart matches the pain
in my chest

All broken it seems
Does that make you happy?
Even my tear drops are glass?

Perhaps you'd like a bullet in my heart instead?
but then you wouldn't see my suffer
You like that
you enjoy it
And you laugh

Maniacal to the wind
What did I ever see in you
Wicked, heartless

Poisoned kisses, and the breath of death
Nothing but a rot
A soul rot

I falter, there's not much time left
An iron lung keeps me alive
The glass too sharp
And crimson blood

A trickle to gush and fountain
Caustic? My vision blurs

Your fault, your fault, YOURS!
Murderer!
Bury me in the flowers too
I can't ask
Too much glass
in my... lungs