The red rush

I miss the feeling

Miss the rush

The red that clouds the black

Choking me letting me breathe

The nick

The snap

The first sizzle

Calming overwhelming 

Veins turning into rivers

A bloody calm river

Settling through the cloud of fog

Geysers dry

Start new geysers

Ebb and Flow

Pain to pleasure

Writing on the wall

Dripping in blood

Passing out drunk from pain

High off a release

Dreading the low that follows

Flames lit,skin singes

Flames dance higher

Rising dancing smoke

Overtaking all thoughts