Reflection from the illumination,
Catches my wandering eye.
Latest fashion accessory,
Decked out in original prints.
All unique, no two the same,
Fashion and fame made by the blade.
Depression, worry or just fun,
Under all influence to shine.
Drugged, unknown
Of the injury, now causing sting.
Crosses and newly formed cuts, so deep
Running rampage in circles.
Never-ending, living with then until the end,
Even though pain is nil.
Blood has dried, blade broken,
And fears buried within the skin surface.
Pricks of a needle, rush of adrenalin,
Smashed, slashed from my life.
