It tingles,
the bright red drops as they glide across the surface of my skin,
I shiver with excitement,
every new cut an awakening,
every scar a bright memory,
every drop of blood a gift,
the crimson that flows from my body is a reminder,
of my short life,
of every gentle love,
of every burning hatred,
for every drop is a stain upon myself and the world,
one that I intend to leave stained in blood