Razor Blade Kisses

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Razor Blade Kisses

I pick up the razor blade
It's so beautiful
Shining the way it does
I drag it across my skin
Harder
Deeper to die
I need to die
I want
I have nothing
Worth living for
So I let the razor blade kiss me
What a beautiful kiss
Then I hear your voice
Your sweet wonderful voice
Calling me
Pulling me out of the dark
You tell me you love me
That I'm your reason to live
But it's too late now
No body can stop
This crimson waterfall
That's flowing down my wrist
I'm bleeding
I'm dynig
You cry, oh what a painful sound
I whisper, "I'm sorry"
Then drift away
To a land where
Pain and suffering
Exist no more.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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