Murder in your palm
Blood drips as you squeeze what is left
Never once glancing upward.
The shock in my eyes
Seems to make up for the lack in yours -
Who knew the penalty was death?
I wanted to hold you
All I ever wanted was your hand
My hand
Together.
But you speak as smashed grapes
And the wine pours from your mouth
Intoxicating every moment I spend
with you?
...without you
You're here but your heart ran astray
Seems you were over me
Before we began to start...
None of that matters now
You still squeeze close -
Pushing the knife deeper
Then twising it with those brown eyes.
Murder in your palm
Yet you can't even begin you feel
That the warmth that drips down your arm
May be the last warmth in me