Cleansing - Poem by Kev Elmer

Standing on this hill top,
in the pouring rain.
Cleansing out my system,
so I feel no pain.
The blood im releasing;
Brings a smile to my face.
Joy starts to pour through me,
and my heart begins to race.
Its the only time I'm happy,
stood out in this rain.
Razor blades in my hands,
chipping away this pain.