A Promise Broken

Terrified by the thought of it,
And thinking no one can get to him in time.
Thinking of him cutting too deep by just a bit,
Turns me as green as a lime.

He swore to put the razors down for me,
Though I'm still scared he'll break his swear.
"For you I could give up anything", said he,
The image of the alternative I cannot bear.

Now in the ground he lies,
The sentence for his horrid habit was death.
His razor was the culprit of his demise,
And behind him he's left this awful mess.

by Throughwithlove14
posted on 11/03/2009