Fang Filled Grin.

The wounds still sting
The blade still shines
The blood still flows
Like every other time

But how can that be?
I feel so numb inside
Dead, hollow and empty
More so with every lie

Perhaps it's a dream
And I'm simply asleep
But no, that won't do
Then my heart still beats

Could it be Purgatory?
Am I awaiting Hell?
Oh the tales I'll have
The stories I'd tell

I guess I'll just keep going
Slicing up my skin
I hope to awake in flames
With a fang filled grin ...