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Sensation of Self Mutilation
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old shit The feeling of cold steel
Jabbed within the skin
Tiny puncture holes
Let them all weep out
Them lost bitter souls.
The sound of ripping flesh
Birthing a new dawn
Like none seen before
The sun's golden rays
Beating down on the floor.
The blood of a red nature
Slowly dripping down
To touch the ground below
A feeling of sensation tingles
Up the spine it does flow.
The majestic beauty
Like that of rubies dancing
Against the pale moonlight
Playing tricks with the mind
On a warm summer's night.
The raw fresh smell
A sudden burst of life
Giving a person's reason
To answer the question
Of each changing season.
The taste of blood
Flowing gently down the throat
It tastes so sweet
Like freshly baked cookies
Still rising from the heat.
It's the sensation
Of self mutilation
Drawing life from death
Living with a single last breath.
