Razors.

Fuck.
I could really use a blade,
right about now.
I can feel my muscles hardening
from the tension in the air.
I wanna release it,
let it all out.
It's not my fault, you see,
It's not.
I've got a devil on my shoulder,
Telling me where my razors are.
I try to keep strong
and to not take off my suit of armour,
But it's falling at the hinges.
It'll come right off.

I can't be there shining knight,
But I really don't want to let them down.
They built me up.
I'd hurt them to break myself down.
Time, time will tell, they say
But I don't have the patience.

I want to let go,
Feel the stinging sweet metalic kisses
of my blade
to my thin flesh.
Watch my body cry
In the only way I'll allow.
Watch the crimson tears
Fall to the floor,
Making oceans at my feet.

I want to drown in it, take all of this away.
No more, no more.
I can't do this.
Shaking, breaking down.
I don't have the strength anymore.
Falling slowly,
Leaving dust in my wake.
Back up, watch out,
Before I knock you down with me.

God, I wish I had a fucking blade.