I wait quietly
For the moment
When I am finally by
     Myself
And am able
To release this
     Monster

From the confines of
     Society
And myself

When I am finally able
To let flow
This beautiful
     Crimson
Release

When I can complete
The pattern
     Of  Scars

To match my insides
To match my
     Heart
And my sick twisted
     Mind

So the artist
That expresses herself
With a
     Blade
Continues to
     Create
          Art from flesh
     Peace from pain