• Blood is always a pleasure.
    It’s never cold, and it’s always a deep,
    dark
    red.
    When it meets the surface,
    of course,
    when it’s free.
    And the blade is always there for me,
    always the key to the lock to the
    cage.
    You can bleed anywhere,
    but the best is the
    wrist.
    There you can see it flow,
    hear it scream with joy so much,
    it makes you want to
    scream too.
    In pleasure, of course.
    Pleasure that you know
    that you can feel something
    other than
    good.
    That you can feel all the
    bad things
    in the world.
    Blood is always a pleasure.