Cut Implant Stitch

I must wash my hands before I proceed
Sterilize, anaesthetic
I want you to be comfortable, lighting adjusted
This will only hurt a minute
You could barely count to six
Hold steady while the razor licks
You won’t understand this any other way
You leave me no choice but to implant a piece of me
When you come to, I can assure you I have killed the inner voice
Emotion injected in, enjoy the poisoning
In motion, infect within, inject the poison
This hurts me while I cut you, even though I know you won’t feel
And as beautiful as you once were to me
Still you mirror it in the steel
But I can find forgiveness for you, love
As long as I am thinking you will be thought of
Align my pulse up with your rapidly slowing vigor
I must wash my hands of you
I must wash my hands of you