I got blood on my hands
My blood
Still he is the one who bleeds.
I can see the wound he cuts
But I can not feel the pain.
I watch his body shake
As he slowly slice up
What should have been
My last piece of joy
Surprised I smile and lift up his head
But his eyes won’t meet mine
I pull him to me
Lay my arms around him
For a second he is there with me
Suddenly he takes my hand
Finding the cuts I bleed from
His body freezes to Ice.
The knife hits the floor
As his eyes meet mine
I see his soul
And suddenly I’m in pain.