The silver blade glistens in the dark
flowing and delicate, making it's mark
carving scarlet rivers, new and fresh
crimson tears trickling down ghostly white flesh
tracing streams of blue and gray
feircely tearing the skin away
till there's nothing left but the brittle bone
but the hungry razor wont leave me alone
I push down hard, till it's too much to bare
if I were to die, would anyone care?
then I open my eyes, the vison has perished
the memory it brings, forever uncherished
this horrid dream, another image my mind wroughts
but I have not the strength, to stop these tainted thoughts
