My Habit

The razor taunts me as if it could,
It screams and yells,
Killing my ear drums,
Its ripping threw my flesh,
And I'm not even touching it,
It whispers obscene lies in my head.
Its corrupting my inner being,
It begs me like its like depended on it,
Trying to convince me using cool, soothing tones,
Its voice making me slowly slip,
His voice goes from soothing to cacophonic and violent.
I realize its lost,
And my habits beings abolished.