It takes a skilled and patient hand to wield the blade of time,
to peel back each layer, as if the filleting were sublime.
Why, it takes a tender, yet forceful touch, to know when’s ‘too much’,
and when pity’s just a silly crutch.
It takes fortitude and strength, to go to any length
to decimate the man, you were before; to carve a hole, dive in, and explore.
Why, it takes courage and wisdom, to see such a ritual through,
no matter the bleeding that you do, or the lust your cries imbue.
I won’t lie..
it takes a force of will and a desperate need to see it done
And passion and intensity, once its begun.
But oh… how the world will spin when you’re under my gun.
© Odyne La Fée 2018