The arguments running - mad,
They madly shouted and angrily screamed,
Veins popping, faces red, eyes sad,
This was a unit split up into sharp shards
of glass -
Which dig deep into your skin,
Embedding themselves, digging -
Till the moonlight glistens black with stones and cut tin,
With blood and forgiven words,
Never to be forgotten.
-H.S-
