Dance

I watch it dance
Dance across my wrists
Like a demented piece of art
That I create from within
When it dances it leaves a trail
Of deep red twists
That never seems to fade away
Not even with a different jig
With every same old dance
And every same old move
It always leaves the same old mark
Twisted with delight and deceit
I dont know why
The dance leaves marks
I dont know why I dance this jig
I dont know why it leaves a trail
I just know that the feeling of that blade
Dancing on my wrists
Making the blood squirm from within
Makes me feel a high every time
Making that same old dance
Just as good as it was the first time