knife found its w
ay into
guilty skin to paint
one more fine blood line
not allowed
to draw
breath
live
without fear
you still cut your way into art
grieve for the children
hope for nothing
but a door that will not give
at the first fist crush
forget me now 
Thank you – i’m unable to find the artist (yet) but it’s sooo right …
thank you too for getting the chill …
nice…a door will not give on first fist crush
Beautiful picture and chilling poem. Nice work.