Cutting, Slicing, not too deep
I watch with ecstasy as bloods beads on my skin
Marring a perfect beauty, showing the inner flaws
The beads or red join, a perfect line
Before flowing down my arm
It's an almost gruesome ritual
Yet one that brings bliss, as it releases emotions
Pent up for far to long
Blood drips to the floor
Falling like the tears I am unable to shed
Tears are weakness, pain strength
With determined concentration I cut again
Watching hungrily as the thin blood wells up
Wondering if just maybe I'm playing
And should take a bigger step
I'm not yet ready for that, but perhaps one day
The rush wont be enough and I'll have to do so much more
I should be scared
I'm not
- and I cut again