She's sweet and spicy suicide,
she's salty tears and cyanide,
she's nurture and she's homicide;
what can I do to make her mine?

She's fearless but she's terrified,
with none in whom she can confide;
and so her pain she crucified,
to live as Torment's lonely bride.

~February 1, 2013~
~ShatteredScribe~