I’m Missing My Edge

I'm missing my edge
Have you seen it anywhere?
It was shiny and bright
And cut her own hair.

I'm missing my edge
It seems to have strayed,
It sliced threads cleanly
Now all's soft and frayed.

I'm missing my edge
This is getting out of control
It is switchblade dangerous
And never goes silent or AWOL.

Have you seen my edge?
It used to be me
Now it weeps at dead dogs
And stares blankly at the sea. 

I think I have found it:
It's turned into a mirror
Reflecting back a world 
Full of sadness and horror.

I lost my edge.
I thought it was power,
But it only cut my hands
And left me bleeding out
Hour after blooded hour. 


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