Razor Blade
Balanced on the edge of my razor blade
I feel the sun
Through this small window
Breathe early morning
Bird chirping
Traffic roar
Demon dancing in my head
What was that that he just said?
Is every object sharp and poised to slice me
Glittering with malice?
Or gently, as the angel whispers
Floating on clouds of joy
The world swims ]
The world sings
Alive
Yet not alive
I watch
As I have watched
For centuries
So finely balanced
On the edge of my razor blade
Just don't come too close
Don't push me
I might fall
And cut you.
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