blood rushes to my finger tips
tears flow from my eyes
1 cut...
2 cuts...
3...
some how i cant stop
the more it hurts is the  more i crave the pain
the more i bleed is the my body desires to feel
i cant stop
1 cut...
2 cuts...
3...
i feel like a fantastic artist
each picture is unique
each scar has a different shape
the blade doesn't think and neither do i
we just work together to make unique lines
1 cut...
2 cuts...
3...
each stroke tells a different story
it's like an endless book
they scream a infinite tales
which no one seems to hear
1 cut...
2 cuts..
3...
the lines tend to fade time after time
but somehow i feel the urge to create new lines
1 cut...
2 cuts...
3...
and soon i'll slowly fall asleep
and the endless story will pass away with me