Sweetly silence sings to me,
of such a lonesome melody.
Droplets of blood
from a warm summer's rain
move effortlessly down the blade.
There upon the razor's edge
did I find solace still.
The undoubtable reality,
lust unto a soul fulfilled.
Upon the tip the blood did cool,
and upon the floor it did pool.
A spot so uncharacteristic of
its cost.
Still the silence echoed
across the empty plain.
Nothing was left standing,
nothing left to chance.
Far off in the distance
the mist crept in,
moving with ghost-like grace.
Enshrouded with joy
profusely pumping my heart.
Diabolical and unremorseful,
so surgical this art.
Sweetly silence sings to me,
a final plunge so deft.
As I pierce-
for I am pierced
-a torrent that is so free,
The golden moment in this life.
In death I commence to be.
No comments:
Post a Comment