the blood drips from a knife of shame
as a heart is broken again
this blood we see drips onto a floor of death
from people who have taken their last breath
black is the floor as of the hearts
made from peoples missing parts
emotions scattered all about
all we hear is silence as the hurt try to shout
men without faces and women without names
see their happiness and walk up for fame
but the fame they seek is only lost hope
as they reach out and miss to try to cope
sitting on his thrown is the devil himself
watching the people he can only laugh
seeing them struggle for what they so need
shaking his head as he hears them plead
the blood drips from the knife of shame
as a heart is broken again