Doll on Death's Music Box

Soothing sounds made soft
I gargle of razor blades
Effectively slicing the back of my throat
I let out a breath
And a whisper is uttered
A scream is attempted
Yet the pleasure
The pleasure of bleeding pain
Causes cease of compulsion
My twisted mouth splatters
And droplets form in the stark sink
Turning to pools
I watch my porcelain
Looking in the mirror
Life's blood is drained
My skin reflects the tone
The tone of Death's melody
I hear it and dance
Spewing blades and blood
I am but the doll on Death's music box - 4/22/06