Realizations

The blade gives me more comfort and pleasure than any woman could ever give. The blood dripping down my arm is more arousing than a woman’s juices dripping down her thighs. Undressing my arm is more enjoyable than undressing the love of my life. As I make these observations I can’t help wondering: “When did it all go so wrong?” You could say it happened when my mother left, or when I lost my freedom, but the truth is it was not one single moment. I have endured a life of pain, and the blade is my beautiful bloody answer. Now the only question is: “When will it end?” 

Reviews

[Iris]

When you want it to. When you understand that you are the sole owner of your own destiny.