Touched once by sadisms kiss,
embraced warmly by masochisms bliss,
the taste of desire in all the wounds,
blood soaking my lips in the devouring of you.

Under the warmth of fresh razor slits,
temptation abounds and no more can I resist,
I indulge in the rich red blood
and the tears running down my sides into the mud.

I love the feeling of sorrow and pain,
the things I wait to share with you again.
I perch myself upon the floor,
as I will sip my blood forever more.

This is more than love its my life,
The things I need are arms and a knife.
To escape reality's sick humor,
I will bludgeon myself and pray for a tumor.

I don't do this because I'm sad,
I open my veins because I can,
I love the taste, the feel, the touch,
And never do I do what people say, way too much.

I just want blood, its my closest friend,
after tasting it once I want it not to end.
Bloodshed during sex, all the more desire,
because after its done, we brand with fire.

I love the rush of the heated blade,
but after erotica only, no other way.
Filling a chalice during the play,
with the rich substance, my heart has made.