Slowly,

silently,
heat and ice.











An edge of metal will suffice.











From pristine peaks,












all


the way
down,

My sorrows will swiftly
drown.


















In one hand I hold the key,











In another a silent plea.













One

swift

motion
unlocks the door.











Crimson iron stains every pore.











Floodgates broken-




-and hollowed out,





I scream in vain
an abysmal shout.











As time everlasting,
I fade away;











An echo in the night. My arteries f r a y











Like scarlet thread to be sewn,











Must be cut
to
lengths
unknown.











Enkindled veins, frost bitten heart;

With this brush




I paint my final piece of art.