Got the knife and vandalized some skin;
Though scared I was to begin;
Bled, and bled, the pristine red;
Slid down my hands like a sled;
Felt the pain and enjoyed it;
Still hesitating, I continued to slit.
Now the wound seemed to itch.
Make the wound; make a hitch.
Painful yet not painful enough for a stitch;
*At least now I know not only karma's a *****.