Life is full of heart ache
with a severed chest
a blood trail leading down the hall
a closed door hiding a loved one
with barred teeth
wielding an ax to guard a deadly secret
it's the last thing you'll see
terror-the last thing you'll feel
blood-the last thing you'll taste
as it fills your lungs-caresses your lips and
flees your body to escape your grasp
betrayal-like a grinding ax
plunging in
over and over again
scrambling your organs till
no life remains
no color
no joy
nothing good left to remember.
