Sweet Crimson Cuts Poem by Leah Farmer

watching the blood slowly creep its way down.
flowing like a cascade.
its crimson beauty hypnotizing.
the smell of salt and rust intoxicates me.
wanting more, i cut again.
i slowly begin to drify.
my head is clear.
i suddenly begin to feel.
escaping from all that is unreal.
my life, memories, relationships.
GONE.
all there is, is my and my beautiful silver friend.
excited to taste my blood again.
waiting unil we escape together.