Scarification

Watch me shed my skin you can look into my eyes and see disease growing feeling the urge to slice the skin from my own self flesh striped from my own bones making the incision longing for the pleasure watching the blade slide as the blood starts to splatter feel the warm stream as it drips from my wrist laceration frenzy my demented bliss I have been like this since childhood for as long as I can remember wanting to cut up everything within my reach morbid desire to cut the skin for amusement try to peel my own face off at age thirteen you won't recognize me self plastic surgery body modifications sculptured flesh scarification slice cut peel scrape slice cut peel scrape slice cut peel scrape slice cut peel scrape work of art is what I have become canvas of my skin smeared with my own blood now I am artistic butchery tease myself with a rusty blade skin grows cold from the loss of blood mounds of flesh pile up on the floor take my time with each and every cut aroused with pain as meat is cleaved from bone wounds inflamed as infection grows amputate the discolored skin disfigured by my own hands time to sharpen the blade once again