>Slish, slash the razor goes,
no-one cares, no-one knows,
What it is like to be like me
and how I long to be set free.
>Slish, slash, the razor glides
lifting flesh in strips and sides,
A blossom of blood begins to appear
Taking the pain away from fear.
>Slish, Slash a razors dance
fascinates me with a glance.
While along my arms a flood
Of pain , of memory in the blood.
>Slish, slash, I hesitate,
I have to stop before its to late,
I only cut enough to release
the rage inside, that will not cease
>Slish, slash, I cry in pain,
The power steps up the gain,
A second visit to the execution room
The first was but a test for the doom.