(SLIT)

She has her siscors
She's picked the fire from her eyes
to light her candle
She watches her own arm
..connect the dots with the blade..
freckle to freckle,
along the vein.
a sickness, a pleasure
she thinks she deserves...
a sting
fallen to the floor
cut deep almost like gills
the pain and 
TROUBLE
she is going through
she is gone though
blood is thick
insainity is thicker
She thinks she deserves the sting....