Ship rats

She bent over his hands, kissing them in hope, minglingOn his hands were tears and grief, completely exhausting himSo much so that he pushed her head to the edge of the bed with his handSolid and noticeable violence, and before the red of his eyes did not findRefusing to surrender."Things are not always as we see them, even behind doorsThe ornate scene is bloody tragedies, and behind the smiling facesBroken hearts and broken hearts. Life lies inDetails, and no one knows the paths better than their owners.And I can''t tell the ship from its mice!