Flash.

Spin.

Glint.

Twirl.

The steady beat of the music entrances me in my vertigo.

I like that feeling…Maybe, if your not used to it, it would be hard to explain. But every time, its what I strive for. It’s what we all strive for, in a way.

Flash.

Twirl.

Click.

Shine.

The glinting knife spins in my hands; I’ve mastered the art of twirling it, finger to finger, hand to hand.

It’s a wonderful feeling…You’re so in control, but you don’t even have to think. Your hands take over, and you become numb. We all become numb, in a way.

Spin.

Glint.

Twirl.

Cut.

There’s no blood yet, it only takes a second for it to come though.

After a while, it becomes a routine, a morbid, deadly routine. Once you’re in the mindset. You know there’s no turning back. You’re numb. But in a way, you hate it, but so does everyone, in a way.

Smile.

Twirl.

Glint.

Click.

The blood goes away, and the scab appears, only to be followed by a scar.

The knife’s hidden. You say you’ll never do it again. And by god, you want to believe that. And you’d do anything not to. To become numb again. You want to stay in control. And in a way, that’s what we all want.

Click.

Flash.

Twirl.

Click.