Round and round it goes,

twirling the empty glass,

made of shards of ice.

Your fingers bleed,

dripping down the mouth,

but it don't bother you,

you kept on twirling.

your eyes flip upwards,

and you're about to die.

then the sound of broken glass,

echoes the ground,loud

you got back to reality.

And there you sat,

with bloody hands.

You felt so good after it shatters,

for you tried your hardest for the perfect ice glass.