Your hands sink into my throat, robbing me of air
You condemn me for leaving a trail of tears, as you create your own
This confrontation was inevitable, as is our demise
You continue to mumble then shout, as apathy swells in my eyes
Your words strike no cords, your pain is not registered
This piano littered with crimson rose petals, did you decorate it for me?
Was that supposed to be your gesture of kindness?
I look back on it now, a distant mirage as life apologizes for not taking me sooner
Sooner? What does that even mean?
I am seized by treacherous thoughts infecting my sight
"You've ruined me."
The mortal before me whispers and relinquishes his hold
He turns away and retreats from hostile attempts
If only he knew, that this glass heart cannot be accessed by those glass hands
