She lied when she said I love you
To a handful of boys she knew
She saw in their eyes what she felt before
But could not seem to renew
At least six eyes, so soulful and wide
She could not help but turn away
For she was committing the ultimate crime
But still, she cries
Tied up to her ankles
Following her steps
She dragged them down the stairwell
Never cutting the heel's noose
They bruise their skin to black and blue
Until they break their necks
The Venus, the Shiva
Severing the cord too late
The little boys gaze at their savior
With eyes full of hate
But still, she weeps
Full of regret
She will never know who she was trying to save
The poor little boys who revered the goddess
Or the goddess herself
