The sting
the sharp tinge of the razor as it first slices into me
The Crimson
that first strand of blood trickles out
The agony
the sweet pain that pumps happiness through my veins
The finish
the ending of the stroke with the drop of my blade
The darkness
that creeps in from the edges as the blood becomes a stream
The regret
the absence of it, the joy of finally out running the pain
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
The sting
the sharp tinge of the razor as it first slices into me
The Crimson
that first strand of blood trickles out
The agony
the sweet pain that pumps happiness through my veins
The finish
the ending of the stroke with the drop of my blade
The darkness
that creeps in from the edges as the blood becomes a stream
The regret
the absence of it, the joy of finally out running the pain
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