Matthew Mayfield Razorblade
A sunrise, a black tide's
rolling in from a cutter's night
a heartbeat—a mystery
of five fingers cradling
a new pain
a stiff vein
it's blood red in the pouring rain
I can't feel
the cold steel
peel the skin back and break the seal
it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok
you tell them everything they wanna hear
This new fire
in my veins
it's too quiet, I can't explain
the white pills—
the fake kills
the screams return and fire at will
you break down and silence the phone
you bite down when no one's at home
it's ok to not wanna die alone
cus' neither does anyone
it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok
you tell them everything they wanna hear
it's too late to crawl off and miss this
I'm so tired of razorblade kisses
my chest gets the best of the carving line:
freedom at anytime
there's no fear, no boundary lines
no questions, no one to fight
no answers, no coming back this time
seal it and let it fly:
'God will you take this away—
on your back, carry some weight
a bloody fist, a slit of the wrist—you get this:
freedom from anyone'
the cold metal back of my throat
bite down for the final show
where you cock it back
and pull it fast to get past
you don't need anyone, you don't need anyone, you don't need anyone....
it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok...
