I stumble to the bathroom
Crawling on all fours
Looking for a utensil
To create a demise
Finally it is spotted
Hung ever so neatly
In it’s protective casing
On the wall, undisturbed, so peaceful
I think of how it’s going to end
I have to be discrete
So I am not to cause pandemonium
Among the ones that care
I would never think of giving them such a scare
I climb into the shower
Turning on the whistling water
I release the razor from its cage
And begin to carve away with rage
1 slash 2 slash 3 slash 4
I lay helpless, in despair
As I watch as red is a blur
I’m…
 
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