The only thing i see is

Black,

Red,

And scars. 

It surrounds my body 

Like a cloak over my eyes,

But it's all over my arms.

They are indented into my skin,

Never to leave 

And always there to torment me.

My arms, 

They sting.

They cry out in agony

From the scars

But I still make more, 

Because it makes me mind...

Sane.