Play song and enjoy.

The look on my face.
A guilty pleasure of mine.
Not wanting it to leave.
So it stays.

A joy shown in my eyes.
A lust shown in your face.
The knife across my skin.
The knife across my arm.

Hearing the sharp knife.
It slices my skin ever so gently.
A lusted fear covers my face.
Not showing my inner feelings.

A smell runs down my arm.
A smell of death but also life.
My tears and rust.
A blush of color to me.

A ping of a secret joy.
A lust if you will.
My bloody arms, a toy.
As I am the one with a smile.

They will cherish me.
Keep me.
Protect me.
And love me, like I love them.

A smile on my face.
Feeling every drip.
Feeling every tear.
Feeling every cut.

A drop of blood on their hand.
A wound they make.
Kissing my cuts, every bruise.
Just to show their love.

Brown hair.
Dull green eyes.
Pale and cold skin.
The vampires of pain.

They slice my bottom lip.
A smile still on my face.
A dark and blank sight to see.
Maybe next time.

Feeling the blood down my skin.
It is an adrenaline rush.
Like when you are around a crush.
As a blush is on my face.

Bloody arms.
Bloody lips.
Bruised legs.
A bruised and cut chest.

Roses and blood.
Blood all over my mouth.
Deep crimson liquid lips.
A pain of love.

Cutting me like a flower.
Not to hurt me.
But to show they love me.
A love we share, not being used.