Silver Dagger

Silver Dagger

I sit alone on this cold gray slab of unwieldy concrete,
As tears swell and mingle with autumn mist upon my cheek
On the star spattered night.
I must take one last look over my shoulder
At the emotional door that blocks my way back into your heart.

Nothing matters now as death is upon me.
With her out stretched arms of rotten flesh.
To guide the silver dagger of unwanted twisted words you spoke just hours before.
Into my dying heart.

The only thing left of our love is a discolored vision
Of strawberry swept fields and sapphire hues
That adorns crimson lips set upon colorless satin sheets.
That blow away on the breath of death.

I must go now as my spirit grows heavy, my carcass runs cold,
And my soul dances off with its new found friend
Into the forgotten memories and dreams
That you no longer care for on this night so cold.