Scarification

Watch me shed my skin you can look

into my eyes and see disease growing feeling

the urge to slice the skin from my

own self flesh striped from my own bones

making the incision longing for the pleasure watching

the blade slide as the blood starts to

splatter feel the warm stream as it drips

from my wrist laceration frenzy my demented bliss

I have been like this since childhood for

as long as I can remember wanting to

cut up everything within my reach morbid desire

to cut the skin for amusement try to

peel my own face off at age thirteen

you won't recognize me self plastic surgery body

modifications sculptured flesh scarification slice cut peel scrape

slice cut peel scrape slice cut peel scrape

slice cut peel scrape work of art is

what I have become canvas of my skin

smeared with my own blood now I am

artistic butchery tease myself with a rusty blade

skin grows cold from the loss of blood

mounds of flesh pile up on the floor

take my time with each and every cut

aroused with pain as meat is cleaved from

bone wounds inflamed as infection grows amputate the

discolored skin disfigured by my own hands time

to sharpen the blade once again