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... Warning arms of compa*sion through blue skies of desperate lies. As concrete to fists tonight rains. Bloodhsed. she dies.