My arm is burning
With a sore that I picked at
I desire blood so sweet
That prick my middle finger
To test the sugar content
Then I suck and found
The sugary taste has become acidic
Realising my disease is controlled
I want to watch the blood flow
And the scab is ripe
I am tempted to scratch it to open
But the pain urging me
Resisting is hard
My heart is exploding