Memories in Silver and Crimson

In these sad depressing nights
I miss the sharp metalic pain
Caused by the merciless silver blade
Dragging across my cold skin
As the crimson blood drips from the cuts
Before I lick it with indulgence
Enjoying the salty warm taste of the fluid of life
The guilty but heavenly pleasure
Only self-inflicted suffering can provide
The rush, the excitement, the goosebumps
The shivers down my spine
That used to make me feel alive
At least for a single moment, for a second
A brief glimpse of happiness