Fake blood
Bright artificial red
Fading into black
As I keep the beast fed.

Fake scabs.
Fake scar lines.
And the fake pain
That is solely mine.

I hear your voice
Floating through my mind
Telling me to quit
But I lag too far behind.

I don't know what I'm doing
Until I crave no more
Not until it's over
And the razor I ignore
Is hidden in its box
Safe beside my bed
And I only hear your voice
Screaming in my head.

(A/N: Blarg. I think it's pretty self-explanatory.)