raavi nahkani alta

I could say "make me bleed", but
I'd rather you do it voluntarily.
Bruise me,
scratch me,
bite me,
Words aren't necessary,
slash me open inside
and I'm happy again
All bled out,
I have no energy to resist,
So I smile.
I'll get you next time, I think,
as I rest my head on your chest.
I never knew the glory of pain,
for I am inglorious