Tonight I will bleed.My blood
will flow.
It will be created,
With simple cuts ending in art.
The energy expelled by my
wounds,
Will be replaced by beauty.
My blood is the sacarfice,
For something greater in return.
Call me what you will,
For I no
longer care.
My choices are my own,
And my voice will be heard,
Not by meaningless words,
But by the mark upon my skin
