Razor, Razor on the wall
Who cuts the cleanest of them all?
Long, deep cuts that can't be beat
Down the lane, not across the street
Who takes you tight, in my hand like so?
And with one quick flick, lets blood flow
Who desires for your cold steel?
And cuts again, as my wounds do heal
Who loves to see the blood run fast?
And watch as so-called friends run past
Who longs for your sharp blade?
And wishes that the pain not fade
Who wants to see the floor stained red?
And lie in blood upon my bed
Who begs you for a cut so deep?
That I’m plunged into forever sleep
Razor, razor on the wall
Cut my veins, please cut them all
















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hugz n kissez <3 dolly
"Who loves to see the blood run fast?
And watch as so-called friends run past
Who longs for your sharp blade?
And wishes that the pain not fade"
I do. Its ironic that you posted the link to this on my page today... It is 5 months today since the last time I cut. Thats the longest I've ever gone in the last five years without doing it. You wrote this quite well. I have a poem that I wrote about it too...[link]
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They held each other and kisssed
And pushed each others'
darkness into the corner
Believing in each others' light
each others' dream.
-Hubert Selby Jr.
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