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This One Holy Medium
Old habits newly started
new wounds bleeding out
the aftermath of self-destruction
leaves me in the throughs of exctasy
works can't form because of the release
better than sex, better than drugs
better than anything I can explain
the pain clears my head, then
fills it up with emptiness beyond description
want to stop, but it's the only release I have left
and that's why I like it. that's why I keep coming
back to this self-destructive urge.
the pressure builds up untill I feel like I
have to open up my skin to let it out.
but regular pain isn't the same, only this
one holy medium brings me peace of mind
I can feel the releife from my head to my toes
and it's never the same from any other part
of my body, a small release on the legs,
but nothing equals slicing open my arms
the quick slice, the white flesh before
the blood oozes through, oh what a sight.
Now I know how females describe their orgasms,
it's not all at once, but comes in waves
leaving you totally relaxed, completely satisfied
only wanting to enjoy the experience.
nothing can rival this feeling that I've experienced
