The First Cut Is the Deepest
The First Cut Is The Deepest
I have a razor blade in my hand
There is no world outside this man
An act of selfishness was my plan
I cried for me one last time
I guess I once loved this friend of mine.
The razor cuts deep beneath my skin
I do not feel it my brain is occupied with other things
The blood trickled as my conscousness weakened
All I saw was darkness and unreason.
Now in a deathly sleep
All around me quiet keep
Love cuts deep.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2013
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