Request

As the night passes
I silently crave for the blade.
Put the steel to my soft skin.
Push and let it dig in.
Tear the flesh just a bit.
See the damage caused.
The pain.
The inner hurt I won't speak.
That's what I crave for.
The cut, the blade
Being my drug.
Give it to me
And let me get my high.
It's what I want
So please heed my request.

Reviews

[piggy]

Yawn.
Oh sorry, meant to say awesome.