Carved Hearts

A ghost hides behind her skin

to conceal dark revenants that reside within

The Eye sees an end before it begins

 

pried open – a knife on a shell

ice and fire thrive in hell

and a ghost hides behind her skin

 

flames lick the breath of the cold

light on blood glistens like pieces of gold

The Eye sees an end before it begins

 

bleeding hearts quiver to the bitter end

siphoning remorse, begin to descend

the ghost hides behind her skin

 

a broken shell mistakes a blade for love

while gentle fingers do hover above

and eye sees the end before it begins

 

hidden pearl, no vapid glow

a man without a knife will never know

the ghost that hides behind her skin

sees the end before it begins.

 

– E. Adams