The Razor’s Edge

I feel like dying, tears coming

Down fast, looking toward to a future

Tainted by my past

 

Looking for the razor, I don’t

Want to feel, taste of blood

Assures me it’s all real

 

Not a dream but a nightmare

I’m living, took for granted

All that which was given

 

I hurt, I’m angry, my mind

Spins round and round, lost inside

Myself praying to be found

 

Bound and shackled, thought

I was free, fuck feeling and

Fuck reality

 

by, Frankie