His

White wrists wounded and bloody
Red and angry, wildly screaming
It doesn't hurt me, I think it's pretty

The blade and I are good friends
I let him kiss my skin gently until I can see
White wrists wounded and bloody

He's cold and sharp, and I'm lonely
His touches bring me a lovely sting
It doesn't hurt me, I think it's pretty

I closed my eyes and let him take me
I dreamed we danced and he held me
White wrists wounded and bloody

I know this is a bad camaraderie
He comforts me by giving me scars
It doesn't hurt me, I think it's pretty

I know I should end what's between him and me
But he had marked me his
White wrists wounded and bloody
It doesn't hurt me, I think it's pretty