Her trampled heart

How can you touch a heart,
And make it bleed so much,
Every drip running down her arms,
Down every single cut,
And all she hears,
Is the soft ticking,
Of a opened scars,
As the rosy raindrops drip,

Drip,

Drip,

Drip,


A path down her trampled heart.

~Rei Shiori