Warnings: Blood and cutting, if you are sensitive to either, please don't read.
Little razor dancing on my skin.
It's not so hard to let you sing.
Watching you draw little rubies.
All along my pale skin.
My sweet little razor.
How I love to hear you sing.
A special song for me to hear.
When i'm sad, or don't want to fear.
Pains in this world, can be hard to bear.
So I think of you, my little friend.
I have nothing left to fear, but the sting of blood stained tears.
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The ramblings of a madman
PoetryThese are a collection of poems and intriguing thoughts, that I have had. I will warn you, most of them will most likely contain triggers (blood, suicide, murder) so read on, if you dare.
