Razors Edge Poem by Andrea Bailey

He crossed the room with a subconscious
mind as his thoughts fade and twisted


He went to that empty place inside him.
where he felt, broken and undeserving

His hatred is so deep he became consumed
and started to be withdrawing

Standing a side her casket
she was wearing the crimson
and crystal bracelet he gave

He decided suicide will
give no redemption

while he helped carry her
to her graveside he was weeping
He felt as he was on a razor edge

what lead her to a nirvana entrapment
she was so elegant and sophisticated

Now she will lay here rotting
as my eternal tears shed
Will I always feel this razor edge

Andrea copy write