I sit with the blade to my skin waiting for it to begin
Letting it slide across my hide
It stirs an urge deep inside
Making crave the last time
I feel my heart beat pumping an jumping
waiting for the ripping an slashing
Will the blood pour like it did before
will it swirl an twirl to the floor
It sits with need wanting to be freed
The blood runs thick from those ravaged slits
Making the sight sting an bite
The river of red dancing in my head