Bare and untouched skin
So innocent and clean
Blade in your hand
Reaching across
Slightly hitting the skin
You push harder
That skin no longer clean
Dragging that blade in a line
The blood begins to spill
No pain felt, only a smile
Few inches off skin cut
The Blade removed
Blood flows from the wound
Down that arm
Liking what your see
The blade cutting more
More wounds, more blood
A smile, no regrets
