A grin, that
lights up face with no grace
Body disfigured
as tattoos that mar, raze
Eyes carry
glint of manic deeds,
waiting to happen
A blabber from
tongue sliced dampen
In a blink,
the razor
slashed across the chest
neatly,
slivering flesh
The next swish
a warm blood geyser
from the hand, sprout, rush
Insanity,
frozen in time
Lips pull back a smile,
in the grimace of pain, mime
The eyes, dark pools
watch, blood wash
the soul cool
A madness touches
some point in mind’s space
The chest scarred
where she had lain
The veins ripped
from hands, with
which, her visage slain
That moment
The heart, still beat
The smirk, still played on his lips
He held the hilt
and drove deep,
in with the tilt
That moment
A lifetime
In an instant
shone on him
This was not for love
This was never for love
This was for him
She was an apparition
Her love, his minds creation
This was his transgression
He lay back
Smile,
or something like that
played on his face
He had the look of
one, who had been
deceived by dreams,
defeated of living,
cheated by life,
accepted by death
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