Razor Blades

Razor blades cutting
on chalkboards and mirrors
to give the wrists a breather
and instill more fears,
shrills so loud and vivid
curling with blood,
the rich red stream
becomes a flood.
The world is far too
harsh to be handled
as it is much easier
to allow a life to be dismantled.
Thoughts of a past life
that flashes before eyes
disorients the scene
hidden in weeds and lies.
The mind briefly tries
to focus on the thoughts
but instead decides to rest
as it has already fought.
Instead it will allow
ears to only listen
as scratches on the mirror,
in the dim light, glisten
and screeches of souls
past and already tormented
come to take another one
from a body, from a mind demented.