Blood Flows, Love for Destruction Grows

the deeper you cut, the deeper it hurts,
it stings and it burns.
but there's a weird satisfaction,
a sweet feel of addiction.
blood drips as your skin rips.
tears flow down your cheeks,
and there's a rush of panic.
you're drained to the point of nothing,
you're unsure of where to go,
what to do, who to go to.
being judged on something you have no control over,
but yet, you have every intention of stopping.
it's as bad alcoholism and tobacco.
days go by, and you feel lively once again.
but the smallest thing triggers your mind
and it's "back to my old ways i go"
since it's the only escape from reality you've ever known.
but still as the blood flows,
your love for destruction grows.