Jun 19, 2004 18:25
Oh pretty razor...
it seems as though you're the only friend I have left. You're all that's left of the pain I've attempted to hold inside. You... well, you allow me to feel. I love you. I love the way you glide across my bare skin. So smooth, so elegant. A blade sided with countless apologies for the sins against those who have forsaken me. Of the sins, I remain unaware of. So here's to you.
My refuge.
My friend.
My obsession.
My addiction.