Twisting it bites. Fierce is its sting.

A shard of glass
Cuts with such force as behind it.
Turning the blade over again
it slices into my flesh.

Twisting it bites.
Fierce is its sting.

The blade of my knife,
Knows how to carve.
We are not novices, it and I...

The torch of the flame,
As it burns my skin,
Incinerating my horrid thoughts through my pain.

I slash, I nic, I cut, I burn.
All of these I do, and I learn.

The pain.... I love it, its everything...

Twiting it bites.
Fierce is its sting...