Impulses grow pulsing more and more
Faint notions mixed with fading memories
Mindlessly I trace my scars
On my physical being
Broken flesh whisper of feelings
otherwise unseen
The allure is overwhelming sometimes
And I can't seem to let go
One razor hidden
Perhaps one more cut to go
I can't help but crave it
Carving the canvas once more
Resisting the temptation this time
Oh how I yearn though... for release once more
