Its like and art a drug a cure....
The blade slices her skin
She doesn't feel pain only cleansing herself of sin
Where this will take her, she just isn't sure
To death? Or is it just a temporary escape
Do they see what they do to her?
Its turning into a violent rape
Rape of her mind, consiousness lured
Away far away from the light that shines up above
Ripping and tearing begging to be pure
Yet she seems....to be tearing away..
All that she was seeking this time