Blade in hand the heavensent
Inches closer to her face

"I've been counting down the days"
Says he.

Further down the hole he went
Losing races in a maze

Wide awake inside his craze,
Crazy.

He moves in silence
Lurking between venues
Welcome and adieu

He comes and goes
In skies and ink injections
In rejections of her heart

In breaking silence,
In his art
Of knives to Faces.