Blades

Rivers flowing red. Soon you know you'll be dead. The razors thrown on the floor. Curtains closed, You've barred the door. Silent screams echo the room. You try to breathe, But your throat closes over. Suffocating you. Your lips turn blue. You lay and watch your wrists Pouring out your heartache. All your pain and suffering Soaking into the carpet. The blades glinting; tarnished By past betrayals. Each scar longer. Each pain harder. The razor bites deeper Opening up your wrists. Cos your heart refuses to thaw. Closed up after years of torment. The false promises Words spoken of sweet seductions And eternal love, Rust and die Just like the blades Embedded in your flesh. You're getting weaker, The pain is lessening. Your release is coming soon. Take your last breath. The last thing you see Before you close your eyes, Is the razors on the floor Soaking in your peace.