It hits you soft
gentle in your mind
to smell it in the air
to feel it on your skin
to know
the turmoil will decay
the slash will heal
the demons in your soul
Freedom lies within
the crimson flow
from neck to ground
it sprays then drips
and the sound is fresh
hollow but clean
The return to ash
from where you came
(c) Frankie
Words I love to write 