Screams

You're pacing back and forth.
She's begging for her life and what it's worth.
You slice the blade right down her forearm.
Watching the blood drip down warm.
You're asking her what was the lesson again.
Seeing her fear gives you more adrenaline.
While her blood is dripping to the ground.
You're thinking all this screaming and noone is hearing a sound.
You hold her down keeping her from a twist or a turn.
You pur the bleach on the cuts and she screams and how it burns.
You tell her the purpose of the bleach.
That it burns has something to teach