Demon

The blood runs free and flows like a river down the arm and into my palm its peaceful to watch like fish in the sea but for your sake to night will not be the end for me I will toucher my self in a way others can not I will cut and Ill slit till the bleeding seems to never stop only when I have no more room to slice will my blade fall and it will be suffice shall you hate me I do not know but care I shunt for the demon in side has not died he will only grow stronger and take over my soul he will use me like a child with a doll I shall laugh in the face of them all as I stab and I kill I will mascara them all they will feel the pain that they gave me only I will take it out on them physically I can not wait to hear there pleas for me it will be so funny so shall we let the games begin and see if its me or them who wins ?