Cold and thin but the razor goes in and it's hot when you win but you lose and in the losing you grin because you're going out with the cold and the thin going in.

We escape by the skin of our teeth and in escaping the relief that we feel by escaping the thin of the red hot cold steel is palpable.

Do not boast that the weak only do it to seek some attention because in the attention they seek you may be attending next week the passing away of some light that was light in your day and don't say, no never not me, I see it everywhere the razors fly through the air, cutting and shutting out life bringing death and
You,
are only a breath away from the edge of the razor each day.

Is it a sin when the razor goes in or is the way that things are,
have we come so far that we can't go no more is the razor the key that opens the door on another place,
is that place any different to this?