Bladed Pair

The First, Bladed Mind

The blade slowly caresses my frontal lobe
Soon the pain will stop.....the silence will be beautiful
It cuts deep, sections my speech centers, careful where it traverses
Must they keep talking through the operation....have they no respect?
Slowly gently, the scalpel heals my tortured mind
They think it's funny, don't they understand, death is their reward
metal and grey matter tenderly making love, conceiving me.
PAIN....silence, ha! they have left me, all is still.....
but there is yet one voice, it echoes loudly in my emptiness.
a blade will silence that one too, just wait, I'll see to that one.......

The Second, Lose to Win

I hold you in my arms
my goal a reality
the warmth of your body against mine
I look down at your clasped hands

I felt the metal as I came close
as my hands touched your shoulders
I felt the edge as I drew you near to me
I know you had no control over it

I look over my shoulder and see my coat
it's tented out away from my back oddly
I can just see the bright point, dulled now
but I wanted to hold you close, and now I have