Look into his eyes and see the fading salvation
How cold they've become, past the point of saving
Anyone can see the hurt he hides, the love he's craving
How tempting the blade seems, the relief it finds
Each vein becoming attractive as time moves on
Pondering thoughts wrap around the bent mind
His hand wonders around the handle and grips it tight
Cold sweat dripping down as his fingers tremble
Tingles in his spine as he slowly moves the blade in
Down his wrists, riding along the sleek skin
Etched lines so deep, this is the last time for him
He stares blankly at what he's done to himself
Mutilated his soft brown skin in a quiet cry for help
How useful this has become he thinks
The casual meeting I have with my only friend
The blade that caresses his pain, never again
