The blade slowly cuts the flesh
as the blood starts to flow.
The precious fluid slowly leaving the body.
The hands slowly growing cold.
Laughing in a wicked yell
as though a mad man
now realizing what you've done
Time seems to stand still
The life energy slowly fades.
The pleasant glow now just a
flickering light in the dark.
Withering away
Just like a rose cut from it's roots.
Mon Feb 09, 2009 2:44 pm