when you said that you were going to be leaving me
your existance and meaning ceased to be
when you see the glare of my knife
you know it will be the end of your life
now im kicking and smashing in your knees
as your intestines are being hung like some expensive tapistry
i think i heard your voice, a beg, a plea?
but its been drown out by the fading memories
of the beautiful smile you used to give me every night
has now been replaced with a horrid look of panic and fright
kaleidoscoped emotions set the grueling pace
as i mutilate your ugly wretched face
i hear you take your last breath
and i feel theres something left
but the answer eludes me
like the wind through the trees