Fatal Addiction

my pain is worth living for
it's worth waiting for
it's worth struggling for
its my life, part of me
my usual,
scars are easily forgotten
my pain is not
electrifying, yet piercing
crimson my favorite color, seen to often
dripping down flesh
wriggling with desire
mind black as my heart
deepening the wounds
reaching my limit
dripping turns to pouring
drops turns to puddles
to deep, no going back
pain until the end
blackness dancing across my vision
so much red
irriversicle
almost a peaceful departure
to a life filled with pain.