Crys

An End

Copyright, Crys

when at first the razor slices
it stings with all desire
emotion drains away
my heart is open for hire

and it feels good on my skin
the way i become numb
and tend not to care
whats going on

desperately searching for darkness
mirror shining too bright
one more cut will succeed
then ill turn out all the lights

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