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The harsh yet soothing touch,

metal on my skin, in my flesh,

Invading the once perfect skin,

piercing the once inocent flesh.



Blood flows fast, blood flows free,

Free as a bird high in the sky.



A violent outburst,

blood spurts and flows,

Are you a sadist?

Are you a masochist?



Blood flows fast, blood flows free,

free as a bird high in the sky.



Listen now, as your body screams,

only a scream you can hear,

of pain, torture and betrayal,

blood doesn't want to leave,

this cocoon,

a home it has known,

a mind of it's own...



Blood flows fast, blood flows free,

free as a bird high in the sky,

a vial to collect it, protect it.