Tingling all over
wondering when it'll stop
instincts take over
feeling your body just drop
the pleasure lasts for just a second
until you realize what you've done
look into a mirror
you see your reflection
you no longer have
that soft complexion
a bleeding wound
a beating heart
the pain leaves
but the scars remain
but whenever you look
it's all the same
a new wound opens
and you are reminded
of the pain
- C.A.
