Addicted

My yearning is not normal: Dangerous.
It is not of food, nor wine or substance.
A slip of the blade: reckless, near fatal.
The thrill of pain: imbedded memory.

The need foREVer lingers on my mind:
The drive to slash any vein in my flesh.
The thirst to see my blood fall like red rain.
The addiction is my life, savior, death.