I'm not a bad person or so I thought
It's just this urge
An itch
On skin so taught
A scab that lies upon my arm
All dried and red with scorn

Just like you now laying there
Naked flesh
A tempting fare
Unable to talk
Let alone scream
Don't look like that its not a dream

My hand I'll guide around your form
Such tender skin like silk adorned
A mannequin of silence
Born

Your ******* exite in a way I might
Cut you just a little bit
My heart beats fast
I cannot last
The humiliation
I give now

So close your eyes my pretty scab
And let me scratch that itch
Just lay still and let me feel
Your my ******* *****