Razor Blade Poem by Max Corvus Tenebrus

Sorrows like razors pierce into my heart,
Loneliness like a shadow comes over my soul,
Memories, like carcases are slowly rotting apart,
Malevolence in me cannot stop or come to a halt.

In your radiant scent I find my sense of life,
In your green eyes, a way to keep going on,
Your kiss, sweet and sinful, like the killer's knife,
Takes my mind to places far and beyond,

May the razor in your hand slit my soul and heart,
But do it gently because I want to feel the pain,
Neither Life nor Death will ever do our love part,
We shall die together, my Love, this life is in vain.

To Tanja, after the break-up