razors

this is the real verson of my last poem razors with corrections

long white knives
beneath to sinister grins
razor like claws creeps along my skin

it doesn't crave the attention
it doesn't crave the love
it craves my flesh
it craves my blood

a beautiful monster hates the white light
but i'm putting up a fight tonight
i'll cry my self to sleep
sheets turning red as the sky
i wish i could fly

it hates my life it hate
it hates my will
it loves to frighten
it loves to kill

bloody lips
peeling back to attack
a lustful beast sure to come back
stright at me