Blood...
Running down his arm...
it eases the pain...
Lets light peek through...
Then it stops...
the blood quits...
then back to darkness...
he starts again...
another line...
with the blade...
his saver the blade...
every time it helps...
No pain from the blade...
just the emotional pain it releases from him...
it is his happy place to see...
see the blood running down...
then dripping on the cold ground...
cold and dark...
that is the world...
the world he needs to escape from...
escape is only in the blood...
the more blood the better he feels...
the scares left remind...
remind him of the only release he know from the darkness...
running down his arm...
blood...
