The beckoning razor.

the beckoning razor.
by darknessengulfsme

noone know's what i feel,
I smile on the outside,inside i bleed still.

Noone can see my pain
and i'm the only one to blame.

I created my own hell,a story of tragedy
A story i'll never tell.

I love my demon's,after all their mine.
even though they've scarred my body a many a time.

it's the release of pulling a razor across my skin,
in my world i'm free then.

but then i feel love,I awake to my beautifull daughter,
standing over me smiling from above.

and i turn and look at my heart,my wife, my love.

THEN i realize why i must keep my demon's imprisoned inside.

Inside my blackhole,
in the deepest depths.

inside my soul.

I let the sun take over,
and guide my heart.

I open my soul to a new day,
and a fresh start.

but in the darkness they still wait,
laughing,screaming, fueling my hate.

Even my good day's seem to grow dim,
as the demon's and the razor call,
beckoning me to them.

I try to fight it, not knowing how long i can last?,
i know my time for salvation has passed.

Why couldn't the man on the cross save me?
he let's these demon's,cut me, scar me,and rape me.

They promise release,
but i know they hate me.

But i will subcomb and go with them,
to the depth's of the darkness,
and bow to him.

some might think it's not real,
only way to find out is pull the razor,

stop to exsist,stop to feel........