put down that razor!

He was so close to seeing a trail, he had to see it for he had failed.
With razor in hand, and back against the wall, "This is the day that we finally fall."
The blade came closer, as it touched his skin.
But the knife was tossed,and it hit his shin.
He looked up to see HIS face, his breathing fast from his reckless pace
He look at him silver hair, shining in the light.As he asked him to have a little more fight. Bending down, the man took him in his arms, saying that there is no need for harm and that he could live and be happy, Then laughed for being so sappy.
That day something died, then again something lied.
So for all of you cutters out there,big or small,just remember
theres no need to fall. Youll always have someone,no matter what, to save you from that final cut. And as for the men in the story, i wrote, dont worry about them their safe in their boat. Theyre happy together In thsir own little place, between the ends of time, and the beginnings of space.