Today I smelt my blood spilling but it was at a still movement. I felt the need to let it be free; craves air, needing it like every living thing requires. Although I no longer feel alive, my blood feels more than lively. Screaming to be set free. With one slit I'll be able to see the red crimson instead of visioning it. I know of the risks and I'm no longer terrified. Just the thought gives my heart an ache for the pain. Now I know, all I want is more.
