the sensation of a razor breaking skin( unfinished)

I wince and shutter, as my skin tingles
the feel of my skin slowly tearing, is like that of a chill.
I mutter under my breath which has become raspy
at my hard, shortened breathing.
My heart quickens for although this razor slashing my wrist feels extraordinary
My brain knows this action is forbiden, the act of satan.
I guess I'm going to hell.

I look down as the razor blade penitraits my flesh,
like that of a blade carving a juicy steak.
I watch as my flesh opens slowly, revealing the meat that lies inside
the blood slowly pours, crimson tear drops.
Simply orgasmic.
Nothing beats the sensation of a razor breaking skin