As the droplets of blood trickle down my arm, I feel a release. br All the built up pressure is finally gone. br The blade, my friend, has done it's job. br The crimson trail left behind as proof. br Oh, what would I do without you my friend. br Such pleasure, no orgasm could compare. br All as I slide the blade across my scarred flesh. br I know no other cure, not one comes close. br Nothing is as erotic or pleasurable. br The release this gives me, so amazing. br I never want to let it go...