secret masterpieces

i know what it means, tell me how it makes you feel?

Metal reflects in the absence of feelings
Running along my skin
Soothing myself with its grip of control
Slowly
Ever so slowly
I push
Into the flesh
With each push pain is released

Metal reflects best in the absence of sound
Alone, hidden in disappointment
I must get release
I must have relief
Maroon flavored paint drips of my steal brush
Tip toeing down my skin,
Washing delicate hairs with its moisture