Lover's Separation pt. 2

The knife was held high,
Positioned to throw.
As the arm falls, the blade flies,
Straight like an arrow shot from a bow.

He looks into her eyes,
Feels the rush of blood.
She says why oh why,
Tears begin flood.

As he falls to the ground,
She finally feels all the guilt.
Fire becomes bound,
His tears fill and become silt.

As she escapes through the doorway,
She drops her lover's charm in the hallway.