I Can Feel It (A Poem)

The razor's 
Sharp edge

I feel it

The razor 
Kissing my wrist
A bit too roughly

I feel it

Skin ripping
Veins opening

I feel it

Dark,
Red,
Warm blood

I feel it

Pouring from
The razor's
Newest kiss

I feel it

The blood-covered 
Floor
Bed
Towels

I see it

Life and soul
Drifting away 
To darkness

I feel it

I'm dying 

A far away noise
Startles me 

I hear it 

As I awake 
It was just a dream

But

I can feel it