The Razor

The razor
It calls me
A voice of its own
But only I can understand
Only I can hear
The yelling,
The screaming,
The anger
It's been so long.
Three weeks since
Its last victory over me
And I'm proud
Of those three weeks
But It's so hard
To resist the call
The temptation
Of that beautiful, bloody release
My hands are shaking now
It's getting hard to type
This is all I have,
My only alternative
But the words...
The words I need
Will not come
So, I sit here
And continue
To clumsily hit the keys
And pray that this will keep me
From the destruction
I fear Is Inevitable.

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