i was running over the blade edge
just to make a perfect cut
just to spill out all my blood
blood that joined you from blood that joined you from me
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Running over razor's edge is prompted by great restlessness of mind of an individual and in such a state a perfect cut may not be possible. Off course, it can be an outcome of a betrayal of very high magnitude. Nice write. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Warmth Of Your Betrayal - the title is very attractive with brilliant use of irony. nice write.