Never More

My poetry is skin deep.
Written in my own crimson ink.
As a cold blade sinks in,
All my thrills are sure to begin.
My mind aches and wonders
My fingertips race as I trace another vein.

Is this the one?
Will this pain have to go on?
Maybe just once more
After all cuts this deep feel so damn bittersweet.

One cut done
My hunger begins to deepen
Faster and deeper!
The blade settles in
My beautiful demon is taking over again!!!,
 
All hate rises within me
Eyes burn a vivid black as this demon attacks!
Slight moans surpass my lips
A simulation of my screams of anguish deep within.
Tears pour from my cold, desolate eyes.
All these feelings I cannot deny.
Streams of sorrow seep from my skin,
Cold, vivid and nearly black.
This is the vein, this ones the one.

First hesitation.
A deep breathe before further contemplation.
How deep shall I go?
An enigma I was about to know.
I'll just start off slow

I looked at the blade one last time.
Creator of every scar I ever made..
A last inhale, and my blade was surely in.
Oh the sting! The pain it matched the inside just the same!
Crimson began to overflow.
The blackened color was still oh so beautiful.
This is the last of me this is my fate!
My end is here and its oh so near.

All light dimmed and swayed.
My body numb and getting colder.
I'll take this last breathe, and ill bleed no more.
Grieve no more.
Be hidden by a life of sadocism, no more.
Because, this is the vein, this is the one
And my life here is already done.