I want to see the blade coated

In my very own blood

It’s like a clean slate

Purify me, let the blade slice

My wrist

Let the warm sticky fluid

Ooze and create a flood

Trail down me hands

I want that rush to clear me

Reassure me

Get rid of the toxins in my body

The silver blade kisses my wrist

The bites me

Quick, like a flash of light

The release from the mental asylum

The red makes me dizzy

The rush is coming

My life runs freely down to my fingertips

Into the white marble sink

Dripping away the problems in

My life, those that just bring stress

Run again. More, I don’t feel cleansed yet

Finally, after a good set of blood

Is down the drain, I stop

I clean the cut

I dress the wound

I wash away the blood

The lightheadedness is only

Confirmation of my success

A private victory

None must know

About the blades, the blood

My stress relief system

I just open the door and

Go. Go face the world, ready to face

It’s usual daily crap

I am free from it all

Without drugs

Without alcohol

Just a good old friend

Mr. Razor