Razors Of Crimson

 

The Razor in my hand,

Is my one and only friend.

The thoughts of suicide,

Are on the verge of life.

As I take upon thee,

Not another night.

The shiny silver metal,

Coated with a shiny red,

Is soon to be in beaded,

Within thigh wrist,

And coated with yet another,

Shiny crimson bliss.