Cuts and Gashes

I know this is perverse
But it's all real and true
Take the blade, sharp and fine
Gently sliding it accross
The soft and tender flesh
With a featherlight touch
Shallow, thin ribbons of blood
Add color to the pale skin
As adrenaline builds and rushes
The cuts get deeper, rougher
The blood now runs like tears
The razor in my hand
Held tight between my fingers
Is teasing, flirting, no holds barrred
With the deep blue vein
Running up the soft underside
Of an already cut scarred forearm
And the more pain i feel
The wider my sadist smile gets
Or the faster my hot tears run
From the emotional pain inside
That hides behind wide blue eyes
I know this could be the death of me
And I'm begging myself to stop
Slow down and drop the blade
But I can't, I just can't
The darker side that has control
Knows that the release in pain
Is the only way I'll stay alive
My blood keeps coming
Drop after dark drop
Cut after shaky cut
My nerves have gone awry
My body is shaking bad
From all the different feelings
The more it hurts, the more it tickles
Cutting, slicing, gashing, ripping
I'm excited now, my heart beating fast
Wanting to be touched and held
Drunk off the scent of my own rich blood
Slide my tongue along the blade
Wiping it shiny and clean
Tuck my blade safe away
Let the blood run 'till it dries
Then gently wipe it clean
Look up in the mirror
See a pretty face and think
Oh my God, what a disgrace.