The lust for the Blade

Standing in front of the mirror
With the blade in your mouth
Wanting to bite down.
Bittersweet blood that flows in our bodies.
The blood that keeps us breathing.

The blood that barly keeps me alive.

Not feeling the need of the red liqid,
I hold the blade to my chest.
Dying slowly from the forever lasting pain
That will forever haunt me and my dead soul.

Feeling the cool blade to your vein
Feeling the bite of the lover razor
Feeling...
Numb.



(first poem on here, it sucks)