A knife through the hand
A stab through the heart
Beating wings of death
Crimson feathers fall
Trickling down the paths of the mind
Through echoes and cries of memories left behind
Into the blindest alleys of the soul
Yet, hope is eternal
As eternal as your eyes
Neither beast nor man
Neither hunter nor prey
In the blink of an eye
Like the wind through the sand
All falls into gray
Like night into day
Like a knife through the hand