Blood is beautiful

Going drip, drip, drip,

As I watch it go down

My leg from my hip.

It splatters on the floor

It makes no sound,

Small little droplets

Falling endlessly to the ground.

I push the knife deeper

I want to see more red,

I feel no pain

Because I'm already dead.

I'm dead on the outside

Alive on the inside,

The hot, sticky blood

So much you can't hide.

Covering like a blanket

On a chilly, cold day,

Warming up my corpse

Turning colors red from grey.