They say cheating death is a number's game
but I've never been very good at numbers...
After one tste of the sweet tears of blood you want more...
The cutting becomes an addiction...
cut, cut, cut.

She beckons me...
I want to embrace her...
To embody myself in the sweet solace her silver blade offers...
That sweet honey silk nectar
that my blood becomes...
The pleasure spiked pain that I've grown to love...

Death is no fun however...
I love my sweet cutting game but of death I am afraid...
A gripping fear that chokes the life out of me.
No death is no fun...
But who said I was doing this for fun?