A razor sharp as a thousand shards of glass
Ripping, shredding, slicing
The pain shoots through my body like a fire out of control
The blood trickles down my arm like a warm blanket
Eyes big and fighting the blackness
The razor lies in my hand cold and hard to the touch
My life oozes away with each lifeless pump of my heart
I lay there waiting the inevitable
Ripping, shredding, slicing
