Razorblade Kiss
Razorblade Kiss
Razorblade kiss
Surely there is no one who would miss,
Miss me
The little pathetic bitching bee
My anger turns onto myself
So I just reach towards the shelf
Where a silver thing resides
Which stings, if it bites
Into my skin
Just to make the room around me spin
Red blood dripping across the floor
I do not care anymore
There is nothing I would miss
Other than my razorblade’s kiss
© S.Rabe 17.11.2010
A/N: Ich weiß, es ist grammatikalisch nicht korrekt, but to hell with it.
Es geht hier um meine Gefühle, nichts anders.
