With a voice as cunning as a cactus garden,
And eyes innocent like a hyena in dark,
Approaching, stepping cautiously like a lioness on hunt,
Driven with malice of unknown origin.
As naive and unsuspecting as I can be,
Arms outstretched in greeting to a supposed friend,
Who violently and remorseless dashed at my heart,
With a throbbing pain my ribs cracked as my heart left.
An innocent heart now lie dying in a hospital bed,
"We'll try our best but hope is slim." The doctors said,
As night slowly closes on this dying heart,
I'd like to remark; it tried it's best to live.
