My blood pulses
Angry thru my veins
And my self-control
Slowly wanes.

I know I'll give in,
For I always do.
And as I cut open my skin,
Ruby red once again enters my view.

As the scars sink in,
I begin to wonder what could be wrong with this.
However, that thought dies, along with all others,
As I am overcome with bliss.

And yet
Self-loathing soon takes its place
As that temporary high fades
And this world I must once again face.