Mustafa Ghuneim - Razor

I left my hand choose the way
to a razor my hand was muddled away
it caught a razor between its fingers
in my skin began to tray
I felt the pain of loss, lies, hate and betrayal
I felt the pain in my blood,
The red was squenting on my skin
the flesh in colors was cut,
Drops of red were dropping hard,
my sight faint, my body fell in the mud,
What a sinner I am, punished with my own shaving head,
The razor cuts, the razor kills, my razor shaves my head,
I called for a suicide, but blood was my own sin,
to kill myself, to punish my soul away of my skin,
this was hard, the time was slow,
In my hollow, enjoyed the show..
Of my bloody Razor.

Mustafa Ghuneim

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