The cool blade slices across the pink flesh.
Crimson liquid leaks through the freshly made mark
on human body.
Chills run up his spine,
all the way to his thin line of a mouth.
It curves in a twisted smile.
He throws back his head with pleasure
letting the pain sink in, making him feel alive.
He looks back down at the permanent mark he's made.
That one's for you... he thought in his head with sick memories.
That's for every word you've called me.
every time you've knocked me down.
and every time I've gotten back up...
by adding more
scars.
