I stab and cut my flesh and there is no pain.

the warmth of blood is all my skin feels.

I cut myself open and expose my heart and yet I feel nothing.

the warmth of my blood is all my skin feels.

I touch my heart with my bare hands..... a throb.

warmth and a throb.

a new feeling brings joy to my face.

I carve my heart out and feel it throb till my body gives out.

no more warmth.

no more throb.