Stabbing motions ...
Presice in their location, tender in their love ...
The blade glints in the dancing candle light,
as it tenderly slices free the red life which
Breaking free of the dam of flesh!
It cascades like a crimson waterfall to the
floor below, pooling in the shape of a heart.
With it, flows the pain of the past, leech out
that which stings and brings tears.
But, alas, this is only an illusion ....
Even as I bleed, crimson life which flows so
seemingly free, the ground now claims me!
This is no freedom, just an illusion ...
Just a bloody illusion to soothe the soul.