Suicide
Deep Wounds
The only time Im a slave is when its for you,
Youre the only one that makes me feel this way,
The cold metal against my hot flesh,
I cant get enough of feeling torn apart,
I try to hide it,
Its my secret,
Its our secret,
The way you feel pushing against me,
The break of the skin under your touch,
Sliding along and watching it open like a zipper,
White flesh with a hint of pink,
You push again,
You unzip more flesh,
The first starts to produce round garnet gems,
Slowly filling the space you made,
A third,
A fourth,
upto ten unzipped pockets,
More and more garnets start to form,
Pretty little gems against the pale white flesh,
A rush of heat through my body,
A burning on my leg,
Not hot like fire,
Just heat without pain,
All of a sudden the garnets run away,
Leaving marks like tears running down my leg,
Somehow theyre hotter than the heat in the area,
Glistening and shiny,
Streaks of garnet running in different directions,
Ah there it is,
There is that feeling you always priomise me,
A shiver runs from head to toe like a ripple,
A wave of calm sets in,
The euphoria released,
I feel content,
I feel satisfied,
I feel numb,
I hold you close to me,
You lay there still and motionless,
Still perfectly clean,
Still razor sharp,
Still gleaming in the weak light,
I feel satisfied,
I feel high,
I feel numb.
