Dandelion

She awaits far more the smell of dandelion
Love dripping with blood
A mask to cover her hate
and a hand to cover the mouth

He bites away at her face
Like cracks to concrete she breaks
Like concrete to cracks she remains
In still life frame covered in dust

A perfumed love sickens to his eyes
She gently strokes the heartache
He lives for
And pounds a beating rhythm against hers

As the walls still drip with blood
Off her hands shielding the face
Of tears that endlessly love...

Warming arms of compassion through
Blue skies of desperate lies
As concrete to fists tonight rains bloodshed
She dies...