Broken Heart

She carves in deep,

With knives of hate,

And words so sharp

They're meant to hurt

Her broken heart.

Once she was the sun for me

Now lies quietly our symphony

And she sees ghosts all around

But they don't make a single sound

She is lonely and alone

So she follows them about

She carves her bones

And twists her blood

She is a painting, a sculpture

But she is dead

And long since gone