This is for my dear friend Ash who has inspired me...
Sometimes we lose our way...

Everyday life taken
For granted how...

My poems meant to inspire
To spark that internal fire...

The Razor is the last
That feels remotely real...

I have a mind encased in pains
I have a soul clad in armor...

Reflection on my life is dark and gray
Tears, Sweat, Blood, are all symmetrical...

Standing here missing life definition
Can love stand the test of time...

It's becoming worse, my life
Every tear I taste...

You keep asking if I'm ok
But if you could even relate...

I should be done
but not all of my bloods gone...

I am my own demon
My razor is my only friend...

Reminiscing, looking at the ripples in the stream.
I cry cause your only with me in my dreams...