Loving blade where art thou......

A blade.. a simple blade would work fine!
Slowly over my wrist.. now not too far..
Trickles of fresh, bright red blood flows down my wrist
Sighing with relief.. how I feel the bricks falling off
One more draw of the blade.. release it from me!

Instead I sit here hunting high and low for my lovely blade
Where has it gone as I have not needed it for sometime!
Walking around dragging scissors or paperclips across my wrist
Just leaving pathetic red marks and really just pissing me off more!!!
Where the fuck are you my loving blade...

This is a band I came across.. it is the cover of their album..

have a look at it.. check it out

http://www.rubybullet.com