Tainted memories.

blood dripping through my arm but wait, it was no razor a knife cutting through my flesh as i experience a sense of pleasure,

pressing hard as i can while i stare in the mirror talking to my self.

maybe this could be a gift to her. a recorded  moment to give my angel to watch as a gift to heal her broken wings shes not alone.  pouring salt into the wound only gave pleasure interesting is this what she does? does she enjoy it,

she claimed pain to company her in her nightmares. yet razor was all the limit for her, wait, what of me is this pain i am expressing locked for years unspoken unheared, this is new i most know more!