Well, I am a poet who has been in an accident 3 TIMES ALREADY! ! ! ! ! ! ! I'm friggin random.)
Razor
On a dark, still night
I was alone in my room,
I took my razor,
And I knew it was doom.
The pain, the love, my broken heart,
All of my body,
Was torn apart.
The blood, the fate,
The time...
It was too late.
I slowly started to cry, and weep...
Not on the outside...
+_+ Ghosty-
*CUT* *CUT*