Mistress Morbid

Death is my husband
tears my boyfriends
pain and agony are my kinds
a blade is my warrior
blood is my savior
every cut
my arm grows sore
my eyes are black pits
heart even darker than that
as the blade hiots my arm
i know longer care
that i am fat
the blood trickles down my arm
leaving a scar of pain
people say i am insane
i enjoy the pain
need it to be felt
to feel it
the criss-cross pattern
looks like something you
would knit
life is my enemy
death is all i see.