Bleeding Black

I sat there in silence. There was nothing but the dark and I. I could feel the warmth of blood running down my wrist and palm. In a way, It was relaxing. No more pain, no more worries, just a sort of tingly, stinging, throbbing sensation in my fingers. But I didn't mind. It didn't hurt at all. I knew I would feel the sting more tomorrow, but right now I was safe. Just a calm feeling of sitting in the welcoming arms of the dark. Enveloping me and crushing all worries for the moment.