A poem of blood

One for the curious, two for release.
Three for obsession, four for the peace.
Five for the beauty, six for the pain.
Seven for the clock that ticks and tocks in vain.

Eight for a dream, nine for the hate.
Ten for no hope, eleven for the fate.
Twelve for the blade, thirteen for the shame.
Fourteen for a skin that will never be the same.

I need you...