I SPEND most of my times in the dark
In enclosed cabinets of your house
And in your mind, then you hurt!
Hunt, and the lamp turns on
I shine to you
Pick me, take me, but what can I do?
Do for you,
Do to you?
I do to you what you can’t do,
Hurt another the way you want to
Why should you use me to hurt you?
Why should you remember me in your pain?

“A friend in need is a friend indeed” or so they say

I was a friend, like a friend I make you forget
Your pain, but unlike friends I leave you scarred
Like a weapon against your soul
Against others, who?
The world, who?
Forget the world
What can the world, does know
About what hides in your cabinet?
That shines in your pain that reflects those private thoughts?
The lamp when you reach and you salivate and you miss,
And you think of all the things you could do with me
Secretly, in the dark
but nothing happens, nothing leaves
Nothing goes its horrible
I only sustain, I’m no escape
Instead I clear all away
A purifying experience making you appear
To your reflection as new
The growth slayer, outer makeover
Slaying the strains of life, and the cells pour
The joys, the pains the identities pour
And you come now

Reaching for what sparked in your heart
For me in the dark, The cells
In your blood may rust me
But the moist in your fingers will leave its marks
You were here you used me


I have been used to end a few souls
but in the end I am nothing, no-thing
Just a tool to be used for good or bad
And you know this
Not a  friend no, you know
No light, no lamp no shine just a reflection of your pain
Only a reflection, a tool
Then keep me in the darkness like those medicines and cures
Just leave me unwrapped like so many loves
Let me be back into your cabinet
This single blade let it never shine
Never slice, cut
You must be your own friend now
Don't give me a chance, to spark
If I was your blade
I should never be wanted
Or waited
by you.

Take a razor as a mirror (depending on its make)  and look into the centre of it, look for your eye, your pupil and see straight through the tool, to what's on the other side, nothing but the finger that holds it...
Entry No: 20
How do we like it? If I Was Your Blade
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