Dreams and empty beer bottles
shattered near the drunk faced stranger
Never to be mended
Or ever to get close
Innocent hands she reaches
Just to throw in garbage,
With bloody hands next morning

Pale face, white lips
Her glass heart
Delicate, shattered ;
Under the gruesome night sky
Teardrops trickle down her cheek

Eyes which were once bright and hazel
Whispered sweet songs, symphonies,
Alas sunken beyond the deep
Shrieking euthanasia

© jane_doe