Without Soul

An entanglement,
A choice affair,
Suffocating on stolen air,
Something that keeps on going,
Even when there is no breathe left,
A cool wind is all that blows,
On the scene of the crime,
On this theft,

On this thing that has just taken place,
Bodily fluids shot out,
Like bullets from a gun,
A pistol trigger,
Standing on the edge,

Close to the distance,
Enough to create a space,
A void,
When all has been destroyed,

When the wounds have bled,
What will be left?
Two torsos,
Spiralling out of control,
Without love,
Without soul,

By Sarfraz Ahmed © Copyright 2020