Knife
The first sweeping movement
On my arm
Cold
Chilly
But soothing to my soul.
The second brush against my skin
Filling me will ecstasy
I can't get enough
The third graze
Kissing my skin
It isn't enough
I have to have more.
Deeper.
Deeper.
And I start to bleed.
On my arm
Cold
Chilly
But soothing to my soul.
The second brush against my skin
Filling me will ecstasy
I can't get enough
The third graze
Kissing my skin
It isn't enough
I have to have more.
Deeper.
Deeper.
And I start to bleed.