I slit the throat of my emotions,
watched them spill crimson on the alabaster snow.
A glint in my eye,
a memory of what I had slain.
Never wanting to reclaim it.
Faded and worn,
just a ghost of what should have been,
I'm chasing them down,
'til the blood runs knee-deep.
I never wanted you to see this,
just hide your eyes now, little girl.
The slaughter of one's heart
is not a sight for precious tiny you.
Run away now, little girl,
as the dying wails caress your ears.
Shriveled corpses of the warriors
lie broken around your feet.
I put a gun to Love's head,
gave it the privilege of last words,
but you were not meant to witness
what was not meant to occur.
Now the snow-white floor is stained,
and on your heart remains a blemish.
I hung Faith and Hope from the trees,
the skeleton trees.
Now your tender neck is flawed,
and your sparkling eyes carry the memory of what you saw.
Little girl, why did you not heed my words?
Because now it's too late to hide your eyes,
and forever imprinted, my deed is,
on your ever-so-innocent heart.