Crimson Addiction

scary and twisted at first you resisted dark crimson colored the urge quickly smothered but pain So deep beginning to weep the hurt so strong the act So wrong the blade so near an absence of fear the tip at your wrist hand in a fist pressure applied realities abide one simple focus death's sweet kiss now you crash red trickles then pours yet you long for more the action repeated oh so conceited red on the blade senses fade dizzy, faint the world quite quaint an act simple and small but yet you fall cold and alone a single weak groan pain ceases to grow while red streams flow