Hate, hurt and despair.

Heart trampled on with nobody to care

the eyes that shed the tears which can no longer bare
its soul left on the ground for everyone to glare

its hate which sinks into its lips
leaving the blood to drip
running away from the threat
leaving them with a little treat

scarred and mourned
it sits the upon that little thorn
as in sorrow it wishes it was never born

drained of colour
drained of emotion

its cancelled its devotion
sitting there alone to suffer
the screams which seem louder
but it sits there alone in laughter
hiding its shattered and tortured life
it sits there waiting, only hoping to survive

playing with that steel little knife
waiting and seeking 4 its revenge
glaring at everybody as it sits on the pole
and bringing everybody 2 its deep little hole