Metal, Steel, and Iron

The death metal screams in my ears
I need the volume to be louder, much louder
So I can't hear my conscience speak reason
Shaking hands slowing search between the mattresses
Desperately trying to find my cold hearted friend
Trembling fingers wrap around her and drag her out of her hidden home
Raising her glory to the moonlight by the window
To release her rusted looking stained steel
Eyes close with anticipation to follow
My hand knows the exact position to abuse
Going down the lightening zig zag of my left arm
I place her sharp tip at the end of the still swollen bolt
Initially turning my face from my dirty work
I make one slow deep tug on my used skin
The reaction of my body to my newest sin hits hard
The ever present scent of my crimson blood
Doubled with the pleasure-pain is magic
I can’t keep my gaze away
The sight of my iron river takes my breath away
I must go deeper
Despite the angels crying to stop
Flowing pure and true out of my skin
I drag my watering tongue up stream
My eyes uncontrollably roll back into my head
The taste of the forbidden salt sets me over the edge
I know I’m insane for getting off on my self-infliction
But its way too good to consider giving up
I’m well past addicted to my unorthodox practice
I’m hooked to my metal, steel, and iron for life