The smell of Iron carresses my nose.
I undress.
Looking in the mirror.
Scars decorating my skin.
Others- Ugly.
Me- Beauty.
My eyes take in every inch of myself.
Is it ****** up to say I got turned on?
My eyes dart to the corner of the room.
There lays a lifeless body, bloodless.
My eyes dart to the bathtub.
Filled to the rim with crimmison.
Blood is boiling.
I walk accross the blood soaked floor,
leaving ****** footprints in my wake.
I pearch on the side of the tub.
Stick my toe into it.
A sigh and a shiver of pleasure escape me.
I emerse myself in to it.
I grin...
Razor teeth on display.
For my victoms who are forced to watch.
Bliss...
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
The smell of Iron carresses my nose.
I undress.
Looking in the mirror.
Scars decorating my skin.
Others- Ugly.
Me- Beauty.
My eyes take in every inch of myself.
Is it ****** up to say I got turned on?
My eyes dart to the corner of the room.
There lays a lifeless body, bloodless.
My eyes dart to the bathtub.
Filled to the rim with crimmison.
Blood is boiling.
I walk accross the blood soaked floor,
leaving ****** footprints in my wake.
I pearch on the side of the tub.
Stick my toe into it.
A sigh and a shiver of pleasure escape me.
I emerse myself in to it.
I grin...
Razor teeth on display.
For my victoms who are forced to watch.
Bliss...
© SamanthaReganess
