Windmill, take your pick

You cannot hold me back
for I grab you in the shadows
and saw out your heart.

Your mind weeps
but it never had a back,
a sooty skeleton that drips.

I have melted you down
and my wings will cut
until you and I are good,
finally past the suffering,
indignant to the winter.

Our fingers itch for that rap
where we scream with the beat.