Saturday, June 23, 2012

Cold bladed

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