I Want...

I want to fell the sting of the blade cutting through skin so soft
I want to feel the blood flow through so warm and red
I want to see those pictures on my skin
Those pictures that form a sick kind of art
A picture that brings enjoyment and happiness through the sorrow
I want to feel the blade in my hand, my old best friend
I want to renew the bond of blade, skin, and blood
Let them mingle together in the stinging bliss I once knew
I want to see your face in my memory
I want to imagine the look in your eyes if you were to see me now
I want to break your promise and let go of it all
Break your heart so you can feel what I feel
I want to feel the blade slicing through the soft skin
With the blood pooling out
Creating a sick stinging art
As my eyes slowly close
Seeing your face
Crying out your name until I breathe my last gasp of air
Your face haunting me no more