Speak to the breeze,
hear the wind whisper back.
Watch time slowly freeze,
and light fade to black.
Dead flowers springs to life,
and colors run like water,
Hold your wrist against the knife,
feel how your blood gets hotter.
watch the ruby bead, 
Trace a path down your skin
escape the pain as you bleed,
free it from within.
Vibrant flowers die again,
petals fall to the floor.
The breeze will go silent then,
the wind will speak no more.
running colors all go still, 
and settle into place,
you kno your blade has made its kill,
with a smile on your face