Razor blade kisses

When I cut I feel the lust,
I watch the blood fall to the floor,
Slowly it pours out and makes a shallow pool
I let my lips grace the wound
And lick the crimson
Coppery, it completes me
Lusting for the feeling
Sensual, pleasing it fills me
The razor blade kissing my pale skin,
It traces a line
The feeling is mine
I close my eyes and breathe you in
More wanting more
It's what I live for
Razor blade kisses