What is going on? I wonder
sorting through the sensations...
but its hard, I keep getting distracted,
it keeps breaking my concentration.
A cold steel tooth catches an arm,
freezing and burning the flesh...
How can it hurt, yet it seems distant
as the arms become lined like mesh
it thirsts, this cold tooth, raggedly
it holds on while my hand...
my hand holds the tooth back,
yes that's what I'll tell myself, that's the plan.
It tastes metallic, this smell
that fills the small room...
Why does it taste like that I ask
hoping it will stop soon.
My stomach turns at this gruesome sight,
but my morbid fascination grows...
Crimson tears keep falling
as more lines begin to show.
Suddenly it stops, just a throbbing left.
With a sigh I realize its done...
I stare at the cuts on the arms... my arms,
and at the knife, both covered in blood, my blood.