It took me some time, but I finally figured out;
That I'm addicted to how I bleed.
No matter how much it stings, no matter how much I cry;
For you I'd stiffen up and do the deed.
I'd willingly hand you the knife, bare to you my wrist;
Knowing the pain sure to come.
Knowing that I'd get nothing at all in return;
Knowing that to nothingness I'd succumb.
Because with you darling, even that cold steel knife;
Is the warmth of a thousand fires.
I feel not the pain as you smile while you cut;
No wound can ever make fade my desire.
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