Slice

I reach for you and pull back a bloody hand
Your shine of the sun's reflection never ceases to blind me
And this recurring mistake I never cease to make is something I can't stand
The slashes burn because you and I can never agree
You are the sharp pain on which I depend
Like a cobra flashing its fangs with a warning hiss 
At times I manage to grab you from the correct end
But that just leads to me punishing my innocent wrists
As I run my finger down your spine 
I feel your edges - so jagged and indecisive
Ripped flesh is a small price to pay for you to be mine
The doctor heals the wounds with his white stitch
Your black handle contains your deepest secrets
Your shiny blade reflects my deepest regrets
I already know I'm well on my way to Hell
Yet as you pierce me, I still scream for Christ
And on top of that, you can't help
Cause all you do is slice...