Broken Teeth

So you think your innocent and free of blame
We’ll see who’s covered in blood at the end of the game
Worthless are the excuses that you spew
And the feelings that I thought I knew
Not worth the breath that it would take to say your name
I pick up my pitiful broken heart in shame
Tearing against the barricade that surrounds
And staring at the blackness all around
Wishing to be free of your horrible stench
Wanting to wash my hands of the blood that drenched
Violence escapes from the tip of this pen
My integrity inside keeps it from him
Not that it would matter if I could bring them to her
His broken teeth carried by my swollen fingers

— Originally published August 4, 2003 —