Knife Of Shame

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