First Blood

When people ask me
Why I cut
I shrug my shoulders
Keep my mouth shut

I've tried to explain
So many times
But nobody understands
So I set it down in rhymes

With my razor in hand
I am in control
When the blood starts to flow
I am on a roll

The feeling of power
As I slice my flesh
Is something beautiful
Something new and fresh

It is what I crave
And what I need
To be in control
To satisfy my greed

My lust for blood
Is seldom comprehended
And neither, I think
Will it ever be ended

In the moment of cutting
I am so free
I have complete power
Over my life and me

I've tried to stop
It never works
I always give in
And the sharp blade smirks

The kiss of cold steel
On my warm skin
Is perfection itself
Or something akin

It is my addiction
My single vice
To feel the steel
As cold as ice

As it slices my skin
I can suddenly feel
I'd forgotten what it's like
And in thanks I kneel

I surrender
I submit
How could I think
Of ever stopping it?

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