As My Blood Runs Red, What I'M Actually Thinking

The gentle caress The soft easy slice I hold my grip with one hand On reality On the object On the cold But as it slowly caresses the inside of my hand I realize that no one should have to stand For this kind of torture But I continue Because the impulse The urge Won’t quit The outrageous need To let it out To let the pulsing Ache Subside And to think that my heart Has the audacity to continue Beating Even after my realization Is absurd It races Faster than a bolt of lighting Begging For me to split the seam And I have too Because I’m so used to the routine That the longer it goes on The worse it gets So as my membrane runs red And the pounding subsides in my head I promise myself I’ll never do it again But I’ve made that promise countless times before And broken it.