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