It flows thick at first,
but it runs fast down the hand
crimson fire, a burning sensation,
heating chilled skin

a lost feeling
a drugged up mind
the racing slows as the pain
crawls through the body
everything seems to relax

the voices are hushed
eyes roll into blindness
gushing out of the wrist
sheets are stained red

a razor falls onto the floor
a deep breath taken
a sudden realization
scary thoughts of the future

long sleeves and bracelets
band-aids and makeup
anything to keep the secret safe
to stay out of the asylum

keeping the ridicule and whispers at bay
not letting the rumors spark up
the dark passenger is kept away
until the monster comes back to play