Flowers of red

In the hands of a child

Grasping the freshly cut stems

He offered his love

To heal a wound that sill bled

Received nothing but pain in return

Tears of confusion

Trail down his scarred face

But mother's eyes are blind

In the eyes of her boy

She can see nothing but sin

Where mother's love should lie

Now her rage has consumed

All rational thought

She's poised to strike

Bother fights his battle

Yet the war is not over

As he fades into the night