I was given a sharpener,
One for my birthday as a artists gift,
But have you seen how my wrists glisten in a way no watercolour can fix?
A relic of my pain that goes back to ancient times,
Do you even know how i dance along the razors edge,
My heart pulsing with each dubstep ,
The feeling that one beat too late and I slice my veins,
But thanks for the sharpener that i will dismember to get my pleasure,
The sharpener i will use to dance to my fate,
My last birthday,
Courtesy of pain…