I love the way the blood feels dripping down my arm to my hand
No one will ever find my gallery or where the pictures land
I love the sting of the blade where it cuts
No one knows about the churning in my guts
I love my secret land and everything in it
No one cares to know or help and it stings a little bit
I love the blade when it makes my wrist smile
Nobody knows they stretch for miles
I love the way the blood feels dripping down my arm to my hand
No one will ever find my gallery or where the pictures land
-Kai
