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The scars on my wrist, they itch
Their still red and angry
I remember last time
They brought me back last time but now their gone
I will shall look up to the heavens where i sent them, from my firey pit
The half heald wounds look up to me
They beg to be scratched
I beg to see blood
I reach for him, my constant companion
I roll up my sleve
The wind rattles the bathroom windows as if it was howling for me to stop
I look at my arm
It is a map of my suffering and painful memories
I dig the my friend into my wrist
Not caring where, just trying not be so numb
I slowly pull it across
I begen to swim in my thoughts
I see my life, my young happy memories before the war
I see my part in the wars as a soldier
Theres only one man in my head
The perfect soldier, so strong and un-human like
But he could never love me
He'd be disgusted, horrofied and shocked if he knew my secret
My secret of my love of pain and the taste of my own blood
He like the others now cant stop me
Small rose red droplets swell like the rain
Soon becoming a river of blood that runs over my fingers
I drop my head to meet it
It doesn't seem like this is all my blood
Rather it seems like the blood of my victms and friends of the war
The taste and the pain take hold
My breath is heavy
Until it fades
The pain is gone
But his face remains

Description
The scars on my wrist, they itch
Their still red and angry
I remember last time
They brought me back last time but now their gone
I will shall look up to the heavens where i sent them, from my firey pit
The half heald wounds look up to me
They beg to be scratched
I beg to see blood
I reach for him, my constant companion
I roll up my sleve
The wind rattles the bathroom windows as if it was howling for me to stop
I look at my arm
It is a map of my suffering and painful memories
I dig the my friend into my wrist
Not caring where, just trying not be so numb
I slowly pull it across
I begen to swim in my thoughts
I see my life, my young happy memories before the war
I see my part in the wars as a soldier
Theres only one man in my head
The perfect soldier, so strong and un-human like
But he could never love me
He'd be disgusted, horrofied and shocked if he knew my secret
My secret of my love of pain and the taste of my own blood
He like the others now cant stop me
Small rose red droplets swell like the rain
Soon becoming a river of blood that runs over my fingers
I drop my head to meet it
It doesn't seem like this is all my blood
Rather it seems like the blood of my victms and friends of the war
The taste and the pain take hold
My breath is heavy
Until it fades
The pain is gone
But his face remains