Icy water courses down the blade of steel
The world disappears only to be replaced
by a new reality of dismembered emotion
A shadow's chill becomes the warmth of my heart
whose only beat is unfulfilled longing

Icy water flows along the honed edge
as my mind treads the thread of sanity's boundary
The sound of my cry is silence
it's straining effort not acknowledged
by the one who causes it unknowingly

Icy water runs down the blade's arc
as clouds of melancholy close in to surround
pierced only by the gleam of the blade
twisting under the frigid stream
that flows on as unrequited love