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
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© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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