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.