Razor Sharp Pain is MyPlay thing

I dream of crank windows & vaulted ceilings
of manic behavior and violent feelings
who is this person i see in the mirror
As i draw closer the image grows clearer
I see nothing at all, as i swing at the wall
And the mirror crashed down w/ a deafening call
My ears ring the sound as i hold them and bare it
Now millions of peices of me are transparent
Shattered on the ground, like a vase that was found
by a mother whose child recklessly fooled around
I'm dazed by the feeling of blood on my hand
as it drips to the glass on wich my bare feet stand
surrounded by gleaming specs now tinted red
A passionate fantasy comes to my head
I quickly sit down and stretch out my legs
I feel the deep cuts for wich my body begs
I arch my back, shoulders down first
Im pinched by the glass and it fucking hurts
Then I lay flat and finally I'm satisfied
As i sexually shudder at the cuts on my outside
Razor sharp pain is my bloody play thing
I will die the day its taken away from me
Emotions never carry effect if your a razor blade
All they know is sharpness, flesh, and people are afraid
Mine hide alone in my room & they are never seen
and No one will ever care about them as much as me