It taste even sweeter when the blood is running down my arm.
Every sip I take,
I welcome the blade more.
I've missed this pain,
The familiar touch so welcoming.
Comforting me like an old friend.
I won't neglect you anymore,
Because giving in has such a sweeter taste.

No one gives me the pleasure you do.
So close to insanity,
But I cut the demons away.
Drowning away the emptiness that keeps dragging me down.
The darkness becomes stronger everyday,
consuming the very essence of my mind,
While I slowly drift away.