My only friend I hold so dear

I have come to learn not to fear

the feel of the hilt in my hand

Grinning as my blood does land

I love the feel of the cut

my tender veins no longer shut

I can’t help but chuckle

as the blood slides on to my knuckle

Another cut, just one more

I love the feel and sight of the gore

Hacking away at my own flesh

each drop of blood oh so fresh

I am dying I know this is so

yet I feel no tragedy or woe

I am enthralled and happy as can be

Laughing watching my blood roam free

The smell and sight it enthralls

I write with it upon my walls

“Laugh with me as it drips

the tender blood from my fingertips”

I enjoy the pain oh so much

nothing greater than soft blood’s touch

my feelings fading, my smile dims

I have filled my desires and my whims

This is the end and yet I cackle

My soul is free from life’s shackle

I grin to bid my final farewell

For I am on my way to hell.