It's a sort of drug, you see.
A drug which once inhaled, is hard to leave.
Addictive, it conquers all.
It's so strong, you'll be appalled.
You learn to breath it in, let it sink and envelop your mind.
It'll, strangely, teach you how to leave everything else behind.



As the scarlet will coat your hand, the silver will stain red.
The beautiful, twisted lines, this time, are on your wrists instead.
They run deep, cutting barriers you'd never dared to seek.
Revel, child, revel in watching your masterpiece.