Marked

I wrote this poem when I was 15 years old. :) I have not done any editing.

I have marked myself before,
Why should this be different?
Only I used crayon last time,
Nothing quite permanent,
It's essence calls me to it,
Feeling that smooth dark liquid starting to cover my skin,
It's warm feeling makes me love it more,
So I keep marking,
Making myself prone to dramatic shaking,

The feeling is so wonderful,
I can't stop, I won't.
It's feeling is just too great,
I'm addicted..

Whenever I am feeling emotional,
"just do it."

The liquid dripping, swimming down my hands,

So dark...

So warm...

So amazing!

I cannot stop begging for the familiar thrill,
I just love the sensation of melting chocolate!

December 20, 2009