Red Rivers (Rainy Days)

Ah! those rainy days,
I remember them oh-so-well,
Alone in the house,
Weeping like the rain outside pours.

Scars seem to resurface,
On my lightly tanned skin,
Maybe they'll be reopened,
And flow like red rivers.

With the razor I now hold,
I make the rivers flow,
Onto the bathroom floor,
Puddles around my feet.

Now extremely satisfied,
With what I had done,
I return to my room,
As the rain still pours.