Theory

The red rings on my wrists
red me of making love
when t he blade first sinks in
it is wincing and painful
but then the blood flows up
and the emotions fly away
it becomes a soothing rhythm
a numbness comes over me
and lets the pain take over
reaching to every vein and cell
till nothing is there
like laying in a black ink puddle
slowly you sink back down
the blood stops flowing
and a dull sweet throb takes its place
and i lay back
my breathing slowing
and life comes back
and i wait for the next wave
of pain to soak in