Those shards of ice were my killer,
But they melt today in the sun,
They were only a temporary filler,
And today they are gone.
Those drops of blood were the sign,
They remain as clear day,
They can’t be removed they’ll always be mine,
Until I finally feel free to say what I want to say.
Those pieces of metal the tool of the trade,
Remain in a drawer, remain the same,
Those pieces of metal that became my blade,
Remain in a drawer, wait to do the same,
Remain in a drawer, wait for the ice to freeze again.