Awoken in the night
By a monster that haunts my dreams
Darkness encloses my thoughts and fear takes over my mind.
Before I lose every inch of my sanity I remember my salvation is hidden under my bed, the one thing in my life that is constant.
The beautifully simple object that saves me from my darkest despairs.
I lift up my mattress and pull out my love quickly but being careful I don’t cut my fingers.
I caress my finger across the sharp edged blade. I love it. I love him.
As I fear my shadow enclosing on my soul; I close my fist around my old friend and press it hard against my flesh.
Then slice, again and again until the agonizing pain hits my wrists.
People do not care the way I do for him, they use him if necessary but then chuck him away once dated and rusty.
I could not live without him, my heart would slowly break and my soul would forever fall into a pit of nothingness.
My only friend, my razor.
