Razor's Edge

Razor's edge pressed to my throat
A thin line of crimson
Words bleeding onto the page.
 
Feelings swirled in blood
Making an abstract poem
One born of pain.
 
Razor slashes deep at my heart
Anger makes it gush
Bleeding out my rage.
 
Red takes center stage
Filling my days, my nights
With fantasies I can't control.
 
Part of me so evil
Wanting to let go
I stand tottering on the razor's edge.
 
Soon will come sweet death
I will swim in the abyss
With my lover, who knows me best.