One last time

I heard your voice today
feels like forever but it was clear as day
you told me one simple phrase
something to darken the current sun's rays
'do it' as I gave myself a shave
looking at my neck I did not feel brave
rather I felt weak and sad that you
still have a room it's true
but you're voice reflects you now
weak and no longer in control no how
I finished my task without a single drop of red
with your weak voice trailing off in my head
little did you know I did listen to you in a way
I did it and I cut you out of me today.