Silver

On a snow white background
there shine drops of silver,
as if let from an open wound.
Something remote stirs...

Painkillers have no effect,
blinded by the strain,
of having to stare so deep,
agony rips the latest scream.

Vines of darkness circle
nearer to wrists that lay,
broken and too cold to touch.
Silver glimmer on snow stirs..

An icy grip takes its toll
and helps spill more blood.
Squeezes the heart of warmth
and breaks a solid will.

On a snow white background
there lay the murder scene.
As if out of place, hid away.
The silver will never cease to flow.