Only Razors, Love

Death in the familiar place, let the blood race begin. Written on 8/14/11

Only Razors, Love

Roger Morrison

 

 

Death in the familiar place

Let the blood race begin

That old disease starts eating from the inside

Good thing your rotted faith has stained my skin

Good thing only I can smell it

God, I know I reek of sin

Let the blood race out

Let the bad thoughts in

 

Fallacies may cleanse me for a moment

But words will only hold those old wounds closed

Only razors, love, will remove my skin

For my stench to be expelled

All my plot-holes exposed

 

My unsacred shadow

Sulking in my blood by day...

My day that bleeds night

My dark that bleeds light

I need my brain to bleed away some gray

 

This is it, my only

Best good untrue friend

They're only razors, love!

Let the blood race end

 

Reviews

[John Ryan]

Very visual and thought provoking which are signs of a great writer.
It gives me chills reading it.

[Mockingbird]

very profound and thought-provoking. the imagery is amazing. and it seems to me that the narrator is searching for absolution. great piece.