• Pain lances through my arm as blood dribbles slowly from the long cut on my shoulder, it could be a talon slash going from mid way up my upper arm all the way down to my elbow, but it’s to straight, to be anything but a knife.

    I look in satisfaction letting the sharp pain of the cut cloud out the other sensations, letting it cloud away my emotions,

    Letting my primal being scream as I feel the pain.

    I see my right hand rise blood staining the blade as I place it again on the same cut and draw it through deepening it wincing and closing my eyes,

    Letting the feelings flow through me,

    Letting my body forget the pains of the mind and simply focus on the pains of the flesh. It’s release, it’s what I need not what I want,

    It doesn’t feel good and I’m not proud of it but it’s better then letting the hurt inside take over my mind and my heart,

    Letting the black hate and destruction fill my mind and simply following it’s ideals.

    I’m not a bad person, I’m not like one of those people who you would think feels like this, I’m not in the corner I have friends who I like to think love me and care.

    But they don’t know.

    Then again who does?

    Just you and I that’s who.