The Razor's Edge

Softly you trail down my skin leaving traces of blood hwere you've been like silk you ease whatever ails me your my salvation from fear my hope when there is none you are my eternity, my window into the future although in reality there is no future for me you break chains that bind my torn soul insdie these walls of pain... you cut at the thorns tearing them away so that my path towards death becomes much easier the slice of the blade helps ease my troubled mind feeling good as the blood slowly trickles down my white flesh, like poison. the depression eats at my soul leaving nothing behind but scars my scars let me know help me to remember that death has all to often crossed my mind.