" "

Hark, is that a dagger I see before me
Crisp, icy steel with an edge glinting
As fine as my line of sanity
Unbloodied un-perverted
Undulating un-repressible

Calling:" "


I see her, frozen with wide-eyed fury
glaring at a geist of untouched emotion
calls for catharsis
I cannot move, I cannot call to her
As she stands, statuette of ration lost

Calling: " "

The weapon so cold,
so familiar so old,
Holds no malice but for the wounds
the thoughts inflict-
AS Razors they shred into every inch of the human
ripping the conscience grinding the justification stripping the logic
until at last naught is left but
the senseless thought
Duncan must
die
again

" "