"Pain"

Sheer
Iridescent veils
Floating softly in the wind
Stroking my skin
Covering me in knives
Blades like razors
Digging deep
Unearthing a core
Too fragile to retrieve
From grasping hands
Tearing flesh
They hold in their hands now
Beating frantically, pleadingly
It waits for the final judgement
Will Fate squeeze the last life
Out of a sadly beating heart?
Or will the patient learn to stand
And take the life back
Or will she die before
They've ever had
Just one
Chance
To think about
Whether she deserves the life she died for