She looks up at the crystal clear skies
Yet the tears still brim her eyes
And her wrist is stained with red
As she sprawls out across her bed
The razor has won yet again
But that doesn't shock her
They always do
Her thoughts feel scattered
As she stares blankly at the ceiling
Her body feels numb
As she lays in the bed
Tears covered her cheeks
Miniature wars fill her head
Words and words
They Screamed and they shout
So she decide to let them out
But those words came out wrong
Because instead of taking them out of her mouth
She took them out with my razor
They filed out
With the blood
Staining the sheets
Turning bright
And as she watches the words pour out
Her expression stays blank
For this war against her mind has finally stopped
But the problem was that as the blood cursed out her veins
Her mind went blank and the razor filled her head
She no longer had control
As she began to go deeper
She felt those scarlet tears by her eyes
And the razor sang her a lullaby:
Those tears rolling down your cheeks
Pray to god
Go down on your knees
Your body feels numb
But you can feel the razor by your thumb
As you cut deeper
Let the blood pour
Each drop releases you more
But this is the last relapse
You need no more
So give in
To me the razor
I will always win
So she listens
And gives in
To the razor
It had to win
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YOU ARE READING
The Monsters that Kill
PoetryEvery one has dark secrets no one can know, whether its who they fell in love with, or the monsters in there mind, or abuse from parents, or voices that control you. Either way some times the secret is to strong, sometimes you will live in a lie to...
