Glass Dreams

Dreams of glass are easily broken,
Paper hearts are left to bleed.
My shattered soul lay in a heap,
And your ghost, still alive haunts me.

If you leave me to die, I will just that,
But if you taunt me so with your hate.
With my dreams of glass and your paper heart.
Tis me to decide my raptured fate.

You lock me in your bloody chamber,
That is hidden in your eyes.
Who wins between ripped paper and shattered glass?
Because I'll let you decided who dies.