Break the windows glass
Stab my heart,
but do it fast.
Throw my soul in the dark,
but do that slow.
Uncover your masks,
I want to see your face,
before I go.
Burn me alive
shut the door
but before you leave,
make an end to my cries
show me what you do,
I want to see how you kill,
show the true you.
Let me wacth as you make night still.
Penda Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breaking-glass/
