Light brown mixed with white foam
It'll make your mind completely roam.
Throws your intentions in the trash
And the people around you, you bash.
It can ravish and leave abrasions in family trees
It can come in more than threes
And your mind could feel full of bees
It'll make you unstable and weak at the knees
Brown eyes glazed and glassy
Now you're not even classy.
Blue eyes of tears and terror
As she feels she's just an error
Locked doors and knives galore
All in the way with just a little gore
Loosing life and even Christ
It was the worst and biggest heist
The scars still linger
And the worst is still at his finger
The tip of the iceberg