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It's where I live and dwell,

It's the place where I go,

It's that black part in my mind,

How is there suffering and pain there?



The blade and the blood flow,

The agonising Demon in my head,

The black unholy land,

My place of pain and sin.



It's nothing but bleak void,

Black and red, the only colours there,

Ironic how Paradise is really,

How it's suffering and pain.



Theres nothing good about Paradise,

The black blade slicing my wrist,

My red blood pouring out,

The immense pain as it cuts and flows.



How can Paradise be suffering?

It's supposed to be pleasure not pain,

If all it is, is pain then it could be Hell,

Blood pouring and agonising pain, that's Paradise.



How can I live there like that?

Try being me for a while,

I visit there, but might as well live there,

God, it's eternal torture living.



You all think i'm a mental case,

Well it's true i'm mentally depressed,

I'd rather write than cut out chunks of flesh,

This is how I live, who I am.



Life is a dismal bliss,

And a hell of a lot of torture,

My cutting is both, pleasure and pain,

But it kills those around me.



The black void of Paradise,

Not everyone goes to,

Just those that cut,

It really is a wonderful place to be.



The bright red and dark crimson blood,

It seeps from my wrists as if natural,

The red on the black is amazing,

It's completely pure blood as if from my heart.



No-one see's this happening, my cutting,

Only the scars and marks left after,

"Why?" they plead, "why do it?"

The flesh burning after it's happened.



The black blade cuts like cold steel,

Shredding my arm and wrist to noting,

Hot flesh burning from the cut and seeping blood,

Dripping down my arm and onto the void.



The pain makes it sting and sore,

Becoming deep pink as it heals,

Forever scarred on my body,

A constant reminder of Paradise.



Oh how I wish I didn't,

My arms swollen and sore,

Tears in my eyes from pain,

Killing myself very slowly.



My body a scarred mess,

My life never right,

I just want to die,

If this is Paradise,

How can this be Paradise?

Well it's MY Paradise.