Striking a match releases a flame 

Cutting flesh is not solely for the insane 

Each slice a rhythm to release a sea of crimson 

I cover your face as you once did to the child 

You shall realise your disgrace 

My calmness revokes belief in revenge 

I smile as I cut again 

Metaphorically each slice reveals your wounds 

Repeated incisions forces you to mentally debate a decision  

Do you choose to live or die? 

Death has no place here, neither am I promoting fear 

Your senses flinch as I grasp the knife 

Perspiration naturally relieves, though causes you stress 

Your mind contemplating, where I will pierce next 

Blood drips slowly onto the floor 

You are required to learn more, so I cut open wounds 

The deeper the cut, the deeper the understanding 

Is that a tear or sweat rolling down your cheek? 

I pause, hoping to see meaning 

Should I cut your eyes as you have failed to see? 

Dismayed by my anger, I repeat my teaching 

A punishment to be kind 

Saving your soul and mine