The blades are
at work, swiftly
cutting through ..
sometimes one does it
and often the two
Pain? Vengance?
Or the last words in
your lost love's elegy?
What is it in your
eyes that I see ?
The swirling thoughts
start from within
and end in your torso
.
.
Over time,
Its gets cold
and unearably so.
The blades
come to a halt
And I stand here
applauding your
amazing art
Inspired by: http://www.youtube.com/watch?
