What an appalling desire,
your heart beats so fast.
An unsettling ritual,
which refuses to pass.
A nagging numb need,
you must feel something
go make yourself bleed.
Get it out, act now.
You wait for the great release.
One slice turns into more,
and you need it to hurt.
No one must notice,
hence the morbid allure.
You can’t stop the impulse
once the fuse is lit.
You tremble with sickly delight
after every slit.
You’re almost done
carving your skin.
The pain seems gone
but it won't be for long,
still for one moment
you heard that sweet song.