The Razor

The razor can cut
can burn
can sting
can sever
can freeze

I feel the chilling slice at my thin flesh
I feel the blood ooze out over the razer, adorning it in ruby
I feel the slight sting as it slowly lifts from the flesh
I feel the burn of air and blood touch

I continue the slicing
the dicing
the cutting

It is a deadly habit
Gaining danger with every slice
But in the end i suffer with my many witnesses
They watch my razor blade and they watch me decay