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The Man in the Photograph
(i)
The safety razor is now unsafe
Blood and evil spills from cuts
A short respite from the misery
(ii)
I reopen old wounds cutting scars
Recarving your initials on my arm
Pointless - you are never coming back
(iii)
Despite this realisation a flame burns
Despite the truth, I am undone
Despite the isolation, I still cut
(iv)
It's in love that I cut
A razored tattoo tribute to you
Despite the fact, you don't care
(v)
One who is practised in cutting
Is only a few steps away
From making the ultimate razored sacrifice
(vi)
I consider suicide by bleeding out
So far no quite brave enough
However, practice leads to ultimate perfection
(vii)
Question: Who will attend my funeral
Who will weep at the gravesite
The one that I love: Missing
(viii)
A deep forest is my place
I will become one with nature
I will bleed out tree hugging
(ix)
My blood will feed an Oak
My spirit will meld with it
Tree's spirit and I are one
(x)
Crows, vultures, owls, and forest creatures
Will gain sustenance from my flesh
They will taste real love devouring
(xi)
I sacrifice this love I have
Such a pure love rejected wholeheartedly
By somebody that should've known better
(xii)
May my bones, now picked clean
Pay a tribute to real love
Never once experienced but freely given
(xiii)
Being so alone in the darkness
No one to hold or love
A matter of time death sentence
(xiv)
Despite what I try to manifest
I've only a few loving friends
Hope they'll understand it wasn't enough
(xv)
The safety razor broken for you
Drink my blood eat my flesh
Do this in remembrance of me
The safety razor is now unsafe
Blood and evil spills from cuts
A short respite from the misery
(ii)
I reopen old wounds cutting scars
Recarving your initials on my arm
Pointless - you are never coming back
(iii)
Despite this realisation a flame burns
Despite the truth, I am undone
Despite the isolation, I still cut
(iv)
It's in love that I cut
A razored tattoo tribute to you
Despite the fact, you don't care
(v)
One who is practised in cutting
Is only a few steps away
From making the ultimate razored sacrifice
(vi)
I consider suicide by bleeding out
So far no quite brave enough
However, practice leads to ultimate perfection
(vii)
Question: Who will attend my funeral
Who will weep at the gravesite
The one that I love: Missing
(viii)
A deep forest is my place
I will become one with nature
I will bleed out tree hugging
(ix)
My blood will feed an Oak
My spirit will meld with it
Tree's spirit and I are one
(x)
Crows, vultures, owls, and forest creatures
Will gain sustenance from my flesh
They will taste real love devouring
(xi)
I sacrifice this love I have
Such a pure love rejected wholeheartedly
By somebody that should've known better
(xii)
May my bones, now picked clean
Pay a tribute to real love
Never once experienced but freely given
(xiii)
Being so alone in the darkness
No one to hold or love
A matter of time death sentence
(xiv)
Despite what I try to manifest
I've only a few loving friends
Hope they'll understand it wasn't enough
(xv)
The safety razor broken for you
Drink my blood eat my flesh
Do this in remembrance of me
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