A slice, slash, cut, sting
It burns me
But I love to see the blood running down
The stinging sensation keeps me going
The cuts started accidentally
But soon pleasure erupted within me
Every night a new scar is created
The blood makes me smile
And the pain makes me laugh
I know it sounds sick and demented but
I can't help but continue
A stinging on my thigh
The blade in my hand
I have control over them but not my mind
Demons have taken over
But the blade still stands in my hand
I inflict the pain onto myself
I know I should stop
But my body can't
A slice, slash and a cut
All done by myself
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Poems!
PoetrySo this is a book of poems that I have written - my old account was XxLovePoetryxX so this is me still. But again a lot of these are from when I was younger (at least the first few) some of them are also from now a days. Warning updates will be a b...
