My Razor Love

Oh, blade made of metal,
so shiny and sharp,
leave your memorable red mark.
Let me feel something,
even a little pain would do,
if only for today.
Let me feel normal again,
let my tears fall,
let me feel pain,
just let me feel human.
Bring on the slightly nervous tingle,
as you drag slowly across,
my needy skin reaching for your inhuman touch.
Bring on the drops of blood,
darkening into a small puddle,
on top of my pale but young skin.
Oh, blade that
I carry up my sleeve;
give me the relief I so dearly need.
Something no music note can touch,
no gentle words can begin so describe,
no loving kiss can fight away.
Split my life apart,
bleed out the lies and excuses,
do anything you choose,
for I am your worthy slave,
my precious razor.
Know that I'll always
be yours, no matter what,
forever and ever.