It’s a stained glass window
With out an edge
So pretty a picture
But cuts ur fingers to shreds
Such love in the smile
But hate in the hands
The tenderness of the boy
The force of the man

Its the face of an angel
Painted delicate and fine
If not for the colors
That make one eye seem blind
The purple, the plum
The reds and the scars
Finger painted in color
Reflecting the dark

Its a stained glass window
Painted with care
But coated in poison
Never to be touched
But death, if you dare
The colors, they cover
Skin of pure white
His poison is so toxic
As she fades in the night