Sensations

Silver-pink-cream scars
Mark pale-brown-tan skin,
Remnants of cold-lonely-black night time
Of which no memories remain.
Just the thrill-shock-pain sensation
Of the sharp-shiny-blade-knife
Opening my warm-alive-moving arm
Spilling drops of red-salty-hot blood-life.
The sharp-shiny-blade-knife collects thrill-shock-pain, red-salty-hot,
Leaving silver-pink-cream scars
In the cold-lonely-black night time
On my pale-brown-tan warm-alive-moving arm