The red runs down my arm. the red sends such a charm. this freshly made slice, makes me role the dice. to gamble with my life, and take pride in my knife. as I watch it run down my palm I feel oh so calm. I just want it to be good to me instead of being my worst enemy. the red, yes it filters through, and when its not showing I feel blue. I like to bleed its my want, and need. I love to feel the pain and the thought rush's to my brain. I like to hurt its the only feeling I can exert. I can't feel much feel of anything anymore, all I can feel is the pain hitting my core.