Stone Cold Grace
Under my flickering vision a woman melted and moments later started coagulate.
I'd seen her sending knives at everyone who dared to even try her chit and chat in a dash.
They're all dead now, away from us anyway.
I send no remorse towards rocks, a rock is and will always be just that.
But I bet that woman sends her warmest kisses at funerals just as pitifull as this one.
Killing them softly, again.
It took me quite a while to gather where she'd left me off;
The desert of the unknown shimmer shammer which surrounds your own inner emptiness.
I was left face to face with a beast three buildings high and with no sense of mercy.
I had to fight, running was no option at this time.
So I met my own knife and instead of dodging it I took it right through the heart, soul and the cord, cutting loose from redundant coolness.
I was trying to excite the idea of me in her, and all along I was contending with myself.
