With this razor in my hand.
I pore my blood into the sand.
The waves crash over all my dreams.
No one cares or so it seems.
I'm sitting here under the stars.
Wishing I was in your arms.
Now I'm crying wondering where did you go.
And why did you leave me all alone?
With this razor in my hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem