Under Your Razor's Gaze

My mind is laid bare its components & functions are under your razor's gaze To compare… My aged bones are yours to dig into… My past, like my blood, is dried into fine rust… …drifts into the corridors of your inner mind You are my cruciform… You are the keeper of my secrets all yours, to twist like a thorn... My mind is spread out before you deep, seeping past my wastes into my domains…born... My mind is lay forlorn... its components… Its functions are under your razor scorn