To Bleed Poem by Sweet Death

I want to bleed, I want to feel the pain mixed in with ecstasy the only way I know how. I want to feel that hard cold steel of steel as I slide it across my wrist. I want to feel the shock and pain from that one single but deep enough cut shoot through my body to my soul. I want to see the look on my face as I slide to the floor like an addict who has just gotten their fix. I would have the most peacful look on my face that a person can have. I can see the smile playing on my lips now as I would feel the blood trickling down my arm to my fingertips. I can smell that copper penny smell as more and more of my sweet blood slowly dripped to the floor into a puddle of my own blood and made ripples. I can already imagine the numb feeling spreading along my body as I lose ablity of my appendages. My eyes would close from falling so much pleasure and lost of blood and then the world would go dark and the world would go dark and all would be still as I fall into a sleep not even Prince Charming can wake me from.

Can't you imagine it? ? ?
Don't you want to bleed to? ? ?