Chained to a white walled corner

Black eyes cast downward to the tile floor that once echoed her screams.

Now she uttered not a sound... mouth taped shut...

Violins ceased their song,

It was a lie all along...

Now she must wait... as he tormented with silent hate...

Oh prisoner, it must be too late...

green eyes...
oh sparkling jewels...
you were emeralds...

and he was cruel...

oh eyes of onyx...
still jewels...
now dark, and jaded...

you were a fool...

faded dreams...
faded years...

so many tears...

those gems...
oh those eyes...
are mirrors...
mirrors of your mind...
and mirrors of your heart...

Does it beat?
Still pulse a crimson flow?

or did your spirit bleed out...
with that final blow?