I step through the door.
Itching for my piece of steel.
Locking myself away to open a vein.
Tension released, through ruby drops.
The itch, finally scratched away.
The release of crimson blood.
All the anguish and guilt, wiped away.
No mater how much I scratch my itch.
It's persistent, coming back everyday.
Every hour.
Every second.
I itch for my release.
The release of crimson blood.
Every day.
I itch to open a vein.
And let my guilt pour out.
