Blood

Music Playing, bass guitar strumming. 
In my hand the blade cold and stained. 
My eyes are fixed on this beautiful thing. As i braze my thumb tearing into skin. 
I can feel a tear as it slides across my thigh, tight and deep the crimson flows. 
The corner catches on my skin and bobbles of red appear on my cloths. 
Feel that feeling that jumps, and i'm proud. Not ashamed anymore, but it still hurts deep down. 
The pain is like a pushing itch, burrowing. 
But I HAVE CONTROL. I can push or release. 
I can watch the beautiful paint of the body colour my skin. 
The potent smell of iron, seeping but welcome. 
Welcome for my eyes, stunned and addicted. 
Itchy and sore. 
But needed. 

Info

• Name: Claire
• Age: 16
• State: England
• Date: 7/25/02
• E-mail adress: No feedback