Siren's Song

Slow slight slice
   a prick of pain
      a paper cut
The finely polished silver
    mirroring the scarlet
       bubbling at the deepest
Cut    cut    cut    cut    cut   cut
Six slivers of scarlet
  the levels of my fall
A deep decent into darkness
    it calls. The darkness calls,
knowing my name
   A siren sings serenely,
"Come child to me and know
  the ecstasy of my touch."
Another gouge with winking silver
The siren's song gains chorus.
   A choir of voices:
"Deeper...cut deeper.
    Blood must course and
       pulse out.
Let the black take you in and
    Watch the scarlet cascade."
         A bloodfall.
              Relief.
                  A welcome.
                      Ecstasy.