BROKEN GLASS WINDOW

Looking through the broken window.

Such a hurtful sight.

A place where the crying of one means the

Laughter of another.

When light is bound by the chambers of darkness.

Skin cold and white.

The color of blood bore in your eyes.

The world, it's so very far from perfect.

Death and betrayal,

Really, is it worth it?

We destroy ourselves for anothers love.

We try and try but it's never enough.

Looking into this broken glass window,

I see it all.

Sooner or later, we will all fall.

-Trisha Brunnenkant

(4/21/09)