Dotted Lines

I see those dotted lines that trace
across my wrists and beckon
with whispers sweet and full of grace
promising there's a better place

a razor's edge will toss the light
in scintillating prisms
a razor's kiss would feel so right
that sharp caress I crave tonight

down the path of no return
what difference, love from death?
it matters not which way I turn
it seems a lesson I can't learn

so kiss me quick and kiss me deep
where those dotted lines are drawn
do not give me time to weep
take me into that cold sleep

Pieces of Me