• So you take the dager
    and thrust is straight,unfaltering,buried to the hilt
    in my heart.
    can you hear it?
    the sik thud, the trickle of my blood?
    can you feel it?
    the warm wet feeling on your hand, in your eyes?
    look up
    deep in my eyes.
    can you see?
    whatch as my life my love my hate my very soul
    dranes into my heart
    and over your hand
    where it finally falls to the dirt
    where it belongs.

    NO...