The Razor

She is not
I can’t see
She is blood
I am razor
Love you hate me
Something
Brake me
Cut you
Dominating
F*ck you!
Then nothing remains

Burning
Desire
Why do we?
I don’t know
It’s top secret
Tell me,
Inquisition grows
I like it when you bleed

Its useless propaganda
Abysmal
Pretendings
Of happiness
Inside nothingness
Jealousy empties
Hypocrite
Piece of shit
Cut you down to bits

I love you
Eat you
Drink you
Bleed you
Tear you
Always
Vessel flows
Then throw me away
Like I’m second hand

I’m outside gray
You’re inside red
You are many
I am one
Soft
Hard
Warm
Cold
Flesh and metal
My erection solid
Your tempus enduring
Your liquid vessels
My solid scalpel
We are opposite dimensions
Different intensions
And yet we are both the same

Turn around
You are red
Take me make me
Cut you dead
Your hands
Arms thighs
Legs eyes
Lips
Head
Neck
Breasts
Your glory hole
And your soul
Everything you are
Mediocre and bored
I am the tool
That scares and commits you
Submit and worship me
Like I worship you when you flow
Beautiful

Demoralize
Sadistic intensions
And bloody desire
Open legs wider(slave)
Cut deep inside her
She is like sex in disguise

I am your
Like you are mine
I am your razor
And your blood is my flavor

I hurt you
You used me
Your virtue
Statues me
Emotion depending
Suffer resenting
Transcendence
Benign
My malecnancy
You’re sick
Calamity
Defeat
Mutilation
Retreat
Don’t try to confront me
Your purpose is to bleed

Depression
Orphaned
Spiral down
Lack of endorphins
Helpless introvert
I killed your mother
I will kill you too
Sleep with me
I will give you what you need
Release
Inside
Confidence
And scars
I am your razor
And you are my blood