Even the Wicked Cry

Deep into the eyes of a lovers scorn
She looked and saw her fate
She read the words he never said
Understanding dawned too late
Whispers and touches that once were sweet
Held pain and anger instead
The last words she thought she'd never say
Exploded out of her head

Blood runneth over the glass half full
The bread and the wine disappeared
With the last breath he took from her soul
She said the words he'd wanted to hear
He looked down at his hands in silent awe
Crimson red painted onto white
All of the years he's stolen away
He realized she didn't even fight

There is a thin line 'tween love and hate
Don't bother asking why
White becomes black and day becomes night
And even the wicked cry