The Wine Glass;
Tipping a glass over
She watches it shatter
Finishing the glass
Thinking if it matters
Looking through pieces
Scattered on the floor
Sharp and jagged
But she wants more
This pretty wine glass
A hender now made
But seeing escape
It's used for a blade
Pulling hard across
A delicate wrist
Blood meets the floor
She just can't resist
All that is wanted
Is to finish what started
Tipping the glass over
Finding her way to heaven
