You can't simply watch as they fall,
Those things that are dear to you,
Forever they have been stained,
Fractured- imperfect jewels,
But here you are,
Tossing them down,
Like waste of sorts,
From the dumps of town,
What would she say?
The one whom gave them,
Of your hateful ways,
The way that they lay,
Just to watch them rest,
Among the piles of death,
That reek nothing but horror,
And tears that have wept?

Its sort and unfinished, but here's something I wiped up just now. XD