Razorblade Memories

Blood silently falling like tears from a
Stitch of time, keeping track of her
Days carved oh so deeply into her
Soft, pale, untouched, uncorrupted flesh.

Every memory, laugh, dream
And every fallen tear seared deep
Into her skin, and even deeper into
Her still youthful mind and heart.

Those Razorblade Memories….
Held so very near
Those Razorblade Memories….
She holds so very dear
Those Razorblade Memories….
That comfort only her
Those Razorblade Memories….
Her friend, her end

Every smell, touch, and sight,
Brings back those memories.
Memories of a darker time,
Full of hate and pain…

Re-living each memory, each nightmare
Remembering all of the pain, she
Yearns for a time when, she is safe
From all of the pain she has been caused.

Those Razorblade Memories….
Held so very near
Those Razorblade Memories….
She holds so very dear
Those Razorblade Memories….
That comfort only her
Those Razorblade Memories….
Her friend, her end

Waking up just to paint on
This smile upon her tear-stricken face.
Hiding her pain behind this smile,
Enclosed in her memories…..

Those Razorblade Memories….
Held so very near
Those Razorblade Memories….
She holds so very dear
Those Razorblade Memories….
That comfort only her
Those Razorblade Memories….
Her friend, her end

Keeping track of these memories.
A storybook of flesh wounds.
Covering them behind her innocent
Smile that she fakes daily.

Dreams holding her back from life
And love alike, she hides
Herself behind the plethora of masks.
These Razorblade Memories.

Those Razorblade Memories….
Held so very near
Those Razorblade Memories….
She holds so very dear
Those Razorblade Memories….
That comfort only her
Those Razorblade Memories….
Her friend, her end