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Watching the blood

One by one I cut along
This unmarked skin that onced belong
To my reflection in the mirror
Now trappped inside so you cant hear her
The crimson treat runs down the arm
A smooth texture and not to mention warm
I claw at the shredding flesh to see more gore
Ripping,Slashing and finally tore
Away at what blocked me from this beautiful sight
As the scarlet elixer drains out in this dark night
I watched as it soaked the pillow I layed on
Licking my lips wanting a taste of sweet Heaven
How sick of me to think such thoughts
To want to see more of what would normally haunt
Any child or normal human being
But trust me youd be delightened in what im seeing
Pulling back more of the flesh
It was blocking the blood, so beautiful so fresh
All my problems dripping away
Some scars and stitches, The price to pay
For a sweet delight such as this
A ripping of skin too unique to miss
The stench of blood so hard to resist
I feel myself fading
Oh my, this is so degrading
One last cut
That should be enough!
once more again
I partake in this sin
and dream a beautiful dream