Razor blade fantasy

Sitting in my Forsaken room

Contemplating my silent doom

Sitting there Sadly, smiling with glee

Playin with my Razor,my tool of destiny

One deep slice, and pleasure i gain

Instead of pain this joy i contain

slowly i think of when i am dead

all the sad things that i have ever said

They will die with me into the grave

Along with the people i have not forgave

revenge is my key, the path of plenty

But only me,because i am worthy

My wishes come true,manifest my destiny

People will die,as it was meant to be

So sitting here in my room i think about

whether this is the way its gonna turn out

Holding my razor blade,im still smiling

maybe im Crazy and death is so beguiling

To even the odds i add in another slice

This time to my left arm twice

Another along my leg and one on my face

Dark pleasure and pain is all i can taste

bored now with the way its become

i keep my razor , away from some

And there it remains waiting for the day

The day i decide to take it out and play

with my life my Misery for all to see

The Day i have another Razor Blade Fantasy.

the Dark one