Obsession
The bright red blood,
Runs down my arm.
You hate it,
When I cause such harm.
You've sent me off,
And I've come back.
But my blood,
Still stains the floor.
Their painful play,
Comes day after day.
Then old wounds,
Are opened again.
The shiny red blade,
Shows the cuts I have made.
This pain has become my obsession.
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Torturing isn't about asking, it's about forcefully ripping someones being apart to the core, dismantling it, then rearranging it to however you see fit or discarding it like the waste it is. - Sinfully Divine.