Cut me now,
Watch the blood crest my skin,
Watch it run slowly,
Freezing my viens along the way,
I stare in bitter hate,
And shame,
For what I have done I know is wrong,
But I can not stop,
I must bleed,
And watch the brilliant red slide,
And crawl on my skin,
I gaze down at the blade,
Crusty blood,
Dead and stiff,
But I shall bathe it with fresh blood,
When I bleed,
Once again...