I slice my throat and scream,
My warm blood seeps through thy seams,
I tell my life to go away,
The pain increases with every day,
I kill you, it does not matter,
I love to make your blood splatter,
All this pain that I endure,
To me creates an evil pleasure,
Why do I cut myself?
Why do you deny yourself?
Why do I taste my blood as I bleed?
I love it when I feed,
On that which sustains my life,
That which leaves with each slice of my knife.
