When you cut,
The skin around it puffs,
Like red wine.
The blood beads up,
Like a perfectly dotted line.
It tingles and burns at first,
But then it feels good,
So that is only the worst.
Your body is in pain,
But your mind is at ease.
It feels so good,
And your body asks for one more cut please.
One turns to two,
And two turns to four.
At this point,
You just keep cutting more.
There's no way to stop yourself from the warmness flowing through.
Everyone else is happy,
So why can't you be too?
The blood starts to drip,
And roll down your skin,
And a smile appears on your lips from within.
