I want to feel that sweet kiss
   of the blade upon my wrist.

I want to hear that sweet whisper
   of my breath going hiss.

I want to see that sweet dance
   of the scarlet lines gone amiss.

I want to taste that sweet embrace
   of my guilt going tisk, tisk, tisk.

It was not until I was forced to taste the shades of gray
Lying like a death shroud across your face
That I truly embraced the full spectrum
Of every other color