Razor Blade Resistance

Pulling myself from your sharpened lips, it kills me
Seeing your metallic shine, sends shivers down my spine.
Hearing your swansong dulling saddens me.
I see you in my dreams all the time.

I hate to pull my eyes from your emaciated frame,
As you slowly fade with the raw scars lacing my damaged cadaver.
Your whispering melody, I feel it on my skin.
Like a nightmare on my carcass, you embrace me in my sleep.
Razorblade resistance,
It kills me.

Your poetry, captivated me.
Your sweet words, enchanted me.
You wrote your love on my arms.
If I only realized the true harm.
(It’s too late now, my death row)

I hate to pull my eyes from your emaciated frame,
As you slowly fade with the raw scars lacing my damaged cadaver.
Your whispering melody, I feel it on my skin.
Like a nightmare on my carcass, you embrace me in my sleep.
Razorblade resistance,It kills me.

I still recall the way you comforted me, in my time of need.
You relieved me from my grief, but only amplified it.
I still feel you running across my skin.
Caressing me in your blood soaked embrace.

(Scream)