The emotions flit across my face Telling you you’ve won today Blood red tears Run down my wrist From the razorblade and its’ kiss I shiver under its’ blatant caress Tears run warm down my wrist and face Reminding me of my hard cruel fate The lust of the razorblade hard to quench It kisses harder At my wrist Wanting and needing it moves to the other Did I imagine? Of did it just shudder? The passion subsides But still doesn’t quit The blood red tears begin to fade As does the kiss of the razorblade It is done with me As I am done with it I fall down As it finally quits.