002.

A small crime I commit, where my skin pays the price.
  I determine depth, length, shape and slice.
I'm in control of every aspect of the scene.
  I'm the detective, the criminal..so mean.
I wander right in, knowing the plan and I follow on through.
  I find glee in the experiance, and you wish it was you.
But later I come back and I investiage the outcome
  What happened here, and why are my feelings shot numb?
I ask my other half, for answers but she won't confess.
  I look around the room, I see the blade and the mess
The usual kleenx and the arm in great pain.
  The blanket I lay on, all covered in stains.
I'll never know why it happened, or why it was me
  But I guess she saw the punishment and how it must be
So I guess I'll intrust in the criminal and let her get her way.
  In hopes I wake up, with a clean arm the next day.