The journey of a knife

That fell upside down

Out of its tainted edges

On a melting pot of love and life

In a state of inverted coma

Ten seconds before it could groove

A meaningful mist over the grass

Piercing through the foams of lust

Reached the wicked wounds of a heart

Of a cloudy mind, of an ellipsis creature

Caused no ache to the veins and vessels

Wrapped up in a silence, outside its mystic

Carried it away, carved it nice and plotted large

A picture so poisonous that only the wound is left

To cry foul on the flesh of its appetite