The blood dance

My tears cant hide no longer
their fallin down my face
and theres a crawling in my arms

the blade is taunting me
i give in and as the liquid
oozes down my arm

the pain lessens with every
drop that falls to the floor
i feel weak and satisfied.
the pain is gone the hurt
and sadness fades.

scars remain and soon the
pain returns and the
blood dance starts again.