Blade of silver sharp and fine slicing slowly line by line
The welcomed pain of severed flesh flowing peacefully rain of red
No will to fight the desire to feel the cold embrace of friendly steel
Like crimson smiles from skin to bone holding the knife but never alone
Erase the mind erase the thoughts deeper the sorrow deeper the cuts
Drowning the anger in rivers of blood carrying agony away with the flood
Tears of happiness come to the eye as physical torture eases the mind.