There is always something in the blood
Something fascinating even for a god
The rush of euphoria and high
whenever a blade cut comes nigh
The thick red syrup of life
Like rubies cascading on flesh pipes
The feeling you get when
You have cut your skin open
The act is mildly repulsing
Yet, to watch it is deeply fascinating
As you see your life flow by
And lose it in a blink of an eye
The only question once you go high
When Death is sitting nearby
And all hopes come to die
Is one on your lips so dry
How long will it last?
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
There is always something in the blood
Something fascinating even for a god
The rush of euphoria and high
whenever a blade cut comes nigh
The thick red syrup of life
Like rubies cascading on flesh pipes
The feeling you get when
You have cut your skin open
The act is mildly repulsing
Yet, to watch it is deeply fascinating
As you see your life flow by
And lose it in a blink of an eye
The only question once you go high
When Death is sitting nearby
And all hopes come to die
Is one on your lips so dry
How long will it last?
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