21 April 2015

Name's Jack

Found comfort in a razor blade
tasted the metal as it went in
familiar feeling on the skin
fresh lacerations were displayed

Can't be repaired, the heart's destroyed
mind's short circuited from wires crossed
Whatever humanity there was is gone
cold and hard, not cuddly and soft

Rage rode me piggyback
Hate guided me by the hand
Darkness helped me to understand
I've become a creature of the night

My razor, my friend, lets share the pain
We'll go mingle with the upper crust
get real close and slit a jugular vein
relish in the glory of blood

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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