Stain

Jagged metal
Against fair skin
The crimson of a rose petal
Released from within

Flecks of rust
Stain the slit
Gaining your trust
Making you submit

The razor talks to you
Giving you guidance on your way
It makes you think it speaks true
When all it does is make you obey

In this trance of lust
You live to see the blood
You feel as if you must
So you’re not caught in a flood

That thin piece of steel
Or transparent piece of glass
Will make your head reel
It will stay and harass

Don’t be caught up by their tricks
They don’t help in the end
Even once the flame burns down the wicks
You still won’t be able to call it a friend

Although you might try again and again
You’ll never beat this beast
It will take your soul and make a stain
Never fading until you’re deceased

I myself have gone seventy-seven days
Without the touch of the blade
But the thought is still ablaze
Not in the least did it fade

So, my friend, save your soul
Don’t ever pick up the knife
It always takes control
It will steal your life