Resident Artist 4: Razor by Tamara Lakomy No. 6

Razor, Razor beloved touch

Who cares for me with longing much

Who paints the world in crimson red

Who makes of earth my flowering bed

 

Razor of the sharpest gleam my star

Who sends my vivid spirit afar

To voyages solitary, as I fade like mist

Gently as the ebbing flows that taint my wrist

 

They say you are the most honest friend

In secretive hours where none speak your name

For you seek not the brokenness of my soul to mend

Nor to play the pitiful tricks that are mercy’s game

 

Reviled hero of those that have lost their fire

You come with a stealth that most cannot foresee

For your cold regard is the compassion we desire

To mingle our streams with those of the boundless sea

 

You are the poisoned ally of solitary tears

Whose voice drowns the chaos of the drums of fright

For you hold the keys to what lies beyond our fears

You hold the drapes open for that tunnel’s blinding light

 

You are my confident, the thin mirror of broken dreams

Where I see slashed to bleeding ribbons my desecrated hope

For the mirage is but a mockery of what my yearning screams

The golden chalice of deceit that round my neck does rope

 

They say you are the coward’s lover and the arrogant’s shame

But you are the most loyal of capricious mortals painful decline

You are the undying beacon of our subconscious in your fame

For you won’t dull nor dwindle in the cutting promise of your shine

 

I believe your embrace is the most fine in its truthful bliss

Water the earth with more than the salt of piteous tears

The essence of my mortality in its duty has been remiss

Go water the wounds of earth that our existence spears