When you cut
the skin around it puffs red like wine.
The blood beads up perfectly in a crimson dotted line
It tingles and burns at first
But then it feels good so that's only the worst
Your  body is in pain but you mind is at ease
It feels so good and your mind asks for one more cut please
One turns to two and two to four
At this point you just keep cutting more
There's no stopping yourself from the warmness flowing through
Everyone else is happy so why can't you be to?
The blood starts to drip and roll down your skin
A smile appears on your lips from within
When you cut