Prey to the Razor

I imitate my shadow
It wears me as skin
It walks the earth
And i am it's stain

I stare into heaven while i'm dying in hell
Plastic and translucent like the lies that i tell
Razors cut away the pain of this life
One stroke of the brush paints my macabre delight

All that i touch is tragedy
See the blood on my hands
All that i feel is agony
Peel away all the scabs

My soul is the grounds
Where the insects breed
The pain has gone numb
Although i still bleed
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By Dickinson