Dandelion

                                  She awaits far more the smell of dandelion

Love dripping with blood

A mask to cover her hate

and a hand to cover the mouth

He bites away at her face

like cracks to concrete she breaks

Like concrete to dracks she remains

In still life frame covered in dust

a perfumed love sickens to his eyes

She gently strokes the heartache he lives for

And pounds a beating rhythm agains hers

as the walls still drip with blood

Off her hands shielding the face

of tears that endlessly love...

Warning arms of compassion through

blue skies of desperate lies

As concrete to fists tonight rains

bloodshed

She dies...