blindfolded as he was
thinking of what he had lost
his love and obsession
his only possession
his life and his death
his only breath
and here I am
but a few clumsy strokes
and the desire he evokes
a goddamn
bleeding darkness - sacrifice
beautiful perfection
utter rejection
a place to hide
from the world outside
and he stares back at me
expecting to be something else
than this deafening silence
on a killing spree