What's Your *** Weapon?

What’s Your Murder Weapon?

Silence was the murder weapon,
She plucked it from her hair,
Fingered through its inner contents,
To only find despair—

To make a heart with two fingers,
Another with brittle lips,
Close the door, my angel lingers,
To hear the veil as it rips—

Your heavy crying brings us laughter,
In the form of broken “tries”,
Hello mother, have a mirror?
We break it to cement the lies—

I see the world in different colors,
Each memory of birds shot down,
If only we could “return to sender”,
As a vacant smile turns to frown—

I always knew what killed her insides,
Sitting there she’s crying out,
Red velvet tears change to walls now,
Muffling her final shout—

So murder was the final pastime,
We sewed it into her scalp,
Memories will always haunt them,
For never helping out.