There’s no light without dark
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Faint moonlight shining on the pure white sheets of innocence
Nothing remains: no joys or pains, no rage or common sense
Numb within my soul, death sneaking into my mental state
This desire creates, yet I refuse to await my ineluctable fate
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My body laying there so vulnerable, bruised and scarred
Withstood the dark urge until I left my mind off guard
Craving took over control to fulfil me, make me whole
Lust for my own blood but was unaware of the high toll
Safety pin became my best friend, not my enemy
Yet the consequences of my secret I couldn’t foresee
But as I now insert the cold hard metal into my veins
Experience sudden rush due to pains till nothing remains
Memories coming back, I remember why I started
To feel alive, to be courageous and not fainthearted
At first it hurt but I got attracted by the obscure dark
Only to discover I embarked upon a greater spark
A light that shone upon my miserable life of strife
And so my obsession begun for that rusty old knife
I kept on seeking my limits, urged for more and more
Bleeding down on the floor for I have entered this war
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Red drops colour my sheets as I carve deeper in my skin
Until the blood streams out and I feel happiness within
Wrists turned insensitive but my heart is going overdrive
For I undergo the ultimate rush, never been this alive
Finally found the light throughout the dark I had inside
Dripping of the crimson flood causes them to collide
Into one final thrill I was urging to experience one day
Yet after a high comes a low and I am left now to decay
My life is one big contradiction, beginning till the end
For I needed that dark to make the last light extend