Silence...
Tears leave my eyes
As I gently push the shining blade
Downwards on my always pale skin
Crimson...
Blood ebbs and flows
Dripping from the marks
Visualising the pain I feel
Pleasure...
I can feel the blade
Gliding through my flesh
I already know the pain
Shock...
As I gaze at what I have done
I feel proud and amazed
As I leer at the marks I have made
Worry...
Other people are disgusted
They can't comprehend...
Neither do I...
17/06/09
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