Alone in my room;
my blood pumps fast.
A sharp razor blade
will make sure it doesn't last.
And with every little slice
and every lacceration,
it's like orgasmic pleasure
and many new sensations.
So many cuts;
how many more?
Now let me count:
one, two, three, four.
If I'm gone tomorrow,
don't be surprised.
For tonight is the night
of my demise. |
