Dark Red

Running it along my skin,
Softly.
Loving the way the cold metal feels.
I push it in,
Dragging it slowly,
Feeling the warm liquid seep slowly out,
Running down my arm,
The dark red staining the floor beneath me.
Pushing it in further,
Harder,
Faster.
Doing it again,
And again.
It's all over now,
This dark liquid.
It just keeps coming,
More and more.
But it feels so good,
To release my anger,
Hurt,
Pain,
Just like this.
I switch arms now,
My dark, sticky hand
Taking the razor,
Shaking with excitement.
And I do it again,
Insert it in my vein,
Sitting back I watch it,
Running out faster now,
All over my clothes,
But its not enough yet.
I want more,
It's like an addiction,
But better.
I'm feeling light headed now,
Maybe from this loss of fascinating liquid,
That refuses to stop.
It smells so good,
It's overpowering me.
I cut again,
And then some more,
I need this.