A burning pain
Grows deep inside.
Thoughts are insane.
A wish to die.
Depressed,
Obsessed,
With chaotic visions.
It’s bizarre,
The scars,
The painful decisions.
And the drums
Are beating,
Urging the meeting,
Of metal and fire,
And soft sweet skin.
The mood gets higher,
As blood grows thin.
Oh, pain for pleasure,
A momentary glee.
Blood is the treasure,
But can it set you free?
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