Control or is it lack there of? -ukepuke

It's addicting
I want to feel the sting
I get the urge
It wells up inside
Just like the tears Behind my eyes
I want to feel something!

I want to feel the sharpness
Both of the blade and of the Cold metal against my skin
What becomes of this life of sin?

My hands tremble
Each salty drop from my eyes
Rolls and falls to my knees
Translucent trails glisten down my face
A hard shell is left in my place
Do I really believe this harm will heal?

Every second
Blood rushes through my body
But one day it won't
Today could be that day
Who knows?

The chill that bites at my skin Is kissed by the warmth of my blood
But I'm so cold
Second by second
Breath by breath
I trudge
Each drop Rolls and falls to the floor
Crimson trails glisten down my wrists How much closer can I get
To Death's sweet kiss?

How much of me
Will the earth even miss?

I'm already gone