Settle the blade,

dig in deep,

feel the blood

and watch it seep


I cover myself

in crimson scars,

deep in the night

under the stars


Watch the suffering,

feel my pain-

You've nothing to lose,

I've nothing to gain.


The wounds will worsen.

Simple scars won't suffice.

I won't be content

'till the very last slice. 


The End

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