trembling pleasure

the slits at my wrist shimmer bright red 

you turn away and hide your head

there's nothing for me, it's plain to see 

your eyes widen still but no words can escape

the urge burns bright now

you can't look away from the madness before you

you can not go away

skin so raw, you'd think it was meat

but the burning it brings puts you to sleep

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