On the eighth day, Desire

The curbside knife flickers, 
Images are caught upon a blade of cold desperation,
An avenue of disillusionment, of survival, of fear of death,
A killer and a victim, different silhouettes interchangeable names,
The gilded creatures dance to the duet of desire,
Green bitterness rains from clouds of a copper tasting future.
The carnal megalomania re-awakens her conscious,
His death stain now branded inside of her, 
The knife is drowned, 
On the avenue he remains, 
Blue men, red light, monochromatic pain.