Deep breath.
Cold blade against my skin.
Hesitation.
Slow and steady.

Pain.
Blood.
Watching intently as the red fluid
trickles down my arm.

Exhilaration.
Subtle smile.
Addiction.
Craving.

More blood.
I stare.
The soul behind these eyes
isn't mine.

Fading smile.
Hardened heart.
Blackened soul.
Cold gaze.

Scars.
What have I become.
Eyes dim.
Someone help.

No.
Secret.
Tears.
Who am I...