Stand-Still Poem by Jonathan Majus

A pin can't fall, your lungs can't breathe
A heart stopped, a blade sheathed
Your whole world, sapped, frozen
A manacle placed with ambrosian

All your hopes pushed aside
Wishing that you would have died
So much torment to coincide
The fiery depths of someone’s pride

To suspend, so delicately, on the lips
Whatever the sound, will surely eclipse
The parched dagger, sweating red, as it drips
Blood from my heart, flesh from the whips

The essence of the marrow, now so narrow
So much anguish, it never ceases to languish
Your mouth can move, but it can never improve
The point of the blade, finally reveals the charade