It's a painful hit,
Just a bit,
Butone that lasts.
It never fades.
I sit here, with my scars, ever reminded of my days of dread, my hours of hate.
I sit here alone, looking at them.
Though, through their whiteness shines pride.
I've suffered pain and punishment.
I've gazed at my crimson crawling.
I've ached in anguish.
I sit here, thinking why do I do it, why can't I stop? Memories and visions flood my mind. My body is bathing in my own blood -
Moments of Mayhem.
Just one slit and thats it.
My life is over - Obliterated.
Just a distant die in everyone's eye.
I dream of that destiny,
I think of that blood,
That pain,
That feeling that no-one knows.
Kill Me and I Hate Me,etched on my soul -
Shadows of Death drawing on my body.
I sit here, alone,
Death tempting me -
This way and that.
Blade in my bloody hand,
A slave to my slashes.
I'm waiting for my mind to mould me,
To Kill Me.
I'm addicted to the aches.
My pain equals my pleasure,
An escape out of this earth.
I'm addicted to the blood,
I love watching it fall down my forlorn body.
Etches in time on those hours ofhate and those moments of misery -
Scarred there forever -
It's my destiny.
To Dream of Death
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Bloodied Lust - Nov '02
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