Crimson silk, it was warmth of life, a fleeting
Moment in my hands. Then it was cold and all
Was as before, my heart was as still as the now
Paused in moments of ecstasy and regrets.

Their life was as water, I could let it drain through
My fingers or keep it beating in a heart that
Could contain its emotion as tears feel empty
On my vacant sentiment.

Eyes meet a if to see a soul that  was just black,
I stared in to there soul emerald green, i could
Lie in there soul. But that was another time,
Now I wipe the knife wiping the remnants
Of their  now bleak and empty shell.