A violent, jagged
slash across the chest
as if you slowly dragged the dagger though me slowly,
unsure with shaky hands,
stopped to think again,
then continued, just as
shaky as before.
All the while
the crimson paint begins to
overflow,
a volcano too full,
a river that decided to be an artist,
but the only color it has is ruby.
embrace the evil
by upon this dawning
(not something i listen to, but this song works for this poem nicely)