Smashed to pieces,

The glass just rests – spilled across the floor,

Knocked, by a filthy whore – nothing more,

Where it once stood — gone.

Like crystals across the floor,

Flickering, under the light, 

This was to be, “their” night,

Ruined, by a filthy whore — nothing more.

Her eyes, upon the broken glass,

This was time, for her heart to pass,

“Leave, now…” was all she said,

And out through the door,

Goes a filthy whore.