I need no blade to gash my flesh.
My memories are sharp enough.
They rip my heart and burn my soul.
No scar do they leave.
They come to me with gnashing teeth.
Bringing a hell I know to well.
No I need no tool to torture me.
Pain gnaws it way through my flesh.
I embrace it now my sadistic lover.
Flay me open until my soul escapes.
Death bringing sweet release.