#21 ~ Still

My skin have supported a lot of feelings,
it's my body that is branded.
My hands hold something that
I burn through,
hold it tight, no pain I suffer;
it's not pain, it's something else...
Fingernails scratches the consumed skin,
eyes do not see a thing,
the foot contract themselves,
i lose control and the result are
scars that i'll take them on.
There're not sadness,
there're not painful,
unlike it's gorgeous,
it's makes me reborned.
I do not care for others minds,
only for my pleasure;
Turning white in red,
pain in pleasure,
agony in ravishment.
My scars tells tales,
that i wrote myself,
stories about red and white,
tales that still are written,
still are made.