The Suicide

The Suicide
Silver walks through the Heart with ease
A cruel and rash act
Heart crumples to it's knees
And as Heart fades from this world
Silver grows stronger
A cruel and rash act
I am alive, no longer
This poem requires thinking outside that devilish, metaphoracle "box". What is Silver? Who is Heart? What is happening? Leave your answer in the comment section below.
Category:TheWiseOne
Category:Poetry
Category:Tragedy