Spoke with an old friend today...

I spoke with an old friend today.

One I haven't...talked to in a long while.

But now..ever since you've gone
everything has just gone wrong.

Turned for the worst you could say.

I just don't have the patience to wait.

Wait for death to welcome me...for me to see you once again.

This old friend of mine..

Glistening in the darkness as red bliss slides down my tortured wrists.

Bliss contrasting against the white of my silk sheets.

I can't wait much longer to see you once again.

Becoming impatient..

Don't want to wait for someone else to take your place.

Can't wait forever and a day.

That's why.

I spoke with an old friend today.

One I used to know quite well.

This old friend welcomed me with open arms.

This friend I speak of...

Is one that you used to hate.

This old friend and I were very close...

This old friend is my very own razor blade.