The experienced wicked   Rain down chaos   To feed clean seeds their black water   Unearth infidelities   Defeat found in the cracks of broken bones   Lust found in the eyes of those mistaking sex   For true love   You rape hope and beauty   You rip and scar butterflies wings   Leaving the injured   To pull black petals from once pretty flowers   Not knowing weather   To love or to love not   To forget or to forget not   But how can they forget a pain like that   They’ll always have the salt on their cheeks to remind them   Don’t you see the loss in their eyes?   As you leave your victim bleeding alone in the darkest cold   How do you live knowing the amount of innocent blood stained on your hands   You deserve worse than death