My hands shake and tremble, my mind screams
The whirlwind of hatred spirals closer
My thoughts themselves suffocate my being
The horrors I've committed flash before my eyes
Cursing myself, I remove the blades
Crooked fingers dance between the knives
Picking up the weapon to do damage
Ready to inflict pain on my enemy
My face is grim as I cut through the skin
A scar will be here, a harsh reminder.
As I contemplate my enemy once more,
I cannot help but inflict more pain.
Yet I pull down my sleeves, so no one will see
The horrid map of fresh scars on my arms