Fatefull Cuts

Slowly drawing in my breath
I slice into my fiery depth
My breath is iced
As the flinty blade slices

Against the exposed skin
Wonderfully falling deeply in sin
To watch the blessed flow flower and blossom
Retreating further into mine cave
Pressing my lips unto the wound
A long draught is taken
And all else forgotten
My soul is damned
But the last drink has been drained.

By belle morte

not everything is as it seems and not everything seems as it is........ who the fuck are you to judge me?