S & M

I mutilate myself
Beating me red
The white meat begins to show
Why I'm hurting myself I don't know

I relish in the feeling
The pain brings me joy
It tingles my spine
Keeping me wanting it all the time

One more round of pleasure
Please don't tell a soul
They'll think I'm crazy
And I would answer maybe

I run my fingers over my skin
My scares heal itself
The wounds not so much
I'm sensitive to touch