shell

hope you like it

she lies broken in my arms 

A mere shell of what she was

the woman I loved

the woman I needed

I take the knife from her heart

while trying to ignore the one in mine

I turn to look at the man 

he is staring at his hand in disbelief

I see red

know he lies broken in my arms

A mere shell of what he was

the man I hated

the man I killed

I take the knife from his heart

while the one in mine cuts ever deeper

I look at the knife

I stare at it in disbelief

its my turn to become a shell