The Cutter
in a room full of people i feel so alone
in an endless barren wasteland i feel so trapped
in a world of eternal suffering there is but one escape

i feel the razors bite
i feel the flowing rivulets of blood
i feel the pressure yeilding

its over now
its all so clear
its sedating my soul

he wakes up in a pool of drying blood
that familliar sting on his arms
he thinks to himself "not again"
he tries to remember
what started it all
another hellish eternity
for The Cutter