The razorblade laughs,
Soaking in your blood,
Feeling the satisfaction of slowly slicing through soft human flesh,
Never regretting the pain it caused you,
Only I know the deep stabbing pain of regret,
Only I know how much of life you’re passing by,
I understand your pain,
The dark pain you feel inside,
The pain of a bullet shot right through you’re heart,
The feeling of deep pain and heavy weight on your chest,
I know.
Let me be your open-heart surgeon,
I can take the pain away,
Take away the hatred,
And replace it with love and laughter,
Let me help you.
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