A thousand tiny cuts add up to form one jagged slash.
A thousand broken promises can cause your world to crash.
A thousand misspent tears dried up,
a thousand stained-glass faces;
A thousand cuts pierce cleanly through a thousand wretched spaces.
When every dreadful nightmare shines its light on muddied wishes,
And every acid rainfall kills a billion tiny fishes;
A thousand words won't sanctify the wars waged on religions,
The thousand cuts will spread and sow some sacrilegious missions.
When looking forward at the past,
these missions seldom matter,
When picking grapes, the lot gets dropped,
entire vineyards splatter.
The sum of her unspoken words became too pure to give.
Her death came by a thousand cuts, because she feared to live.