All His.

Shatter me onto the immaculate floor,

Piece by piece I cry; I fall.

Walk out coldly with your pain,

Shatter me no more, I beg I plea.

Keep walking.

My blood stained the immaculate floor.

I cry, cold shiny blade,

Rising up, falling harder from a blow.

A crying, cold scream of pain.

Needing love - I call your name,

Yet it's you who strikes the blow