Slip! Your knife goes
The one the memories create
Her hair was copper rose
Her attraction and power great

Your blade punctures fast
So sweet and a heart inside
But-reality to you casts
Leaving pain and hurt a ride

Smiles and small head flicks
Wait and long your approval
My insides bound and twisted in sticks
Her, now to memories impartial

Things that are and once were
As opposite as day and night
Only hurt known now its cause a violent cur
Now alone I sit waiting for death
To bite