CrimsonInferno
01-10-2007, 04:43 AM
"Skinology"
Written by: Blk Sapphire
My skin burns
It itches so badly
The need to scratch
The will to rip off my flesh because it hurts
All I want is to stop it
To heal the pain
All I want is to stop it
To never feel this again
My eyes shed tears
The heaves of sobs continue their flee
He needed me to be perfect
He needed me to be there
But I'm not perfect
Nor am I stable
I'm barely even capable of being sane
It itches so badly
The way my chest constricts
It would be amusing if it were UnReAL
Since the constriction is so tight
So perfectly calculated
It would appear if put under a microscope
Like the perfect boa constrictor squeezing the life out of a victim
Straight from a CIRCUS
Clown deal and all with a cream pie on the side
My skin burns
Literally flames jump from my fingertips
When I touch his picture
They scorch his eyes out
And erase him from my physical sight
Still he remains
Embedded within my very skin
My very flesh
My very core
How it ITCHES so badly
I need him ever so more
But the pain
Please, make it stop
I can't take it
I want him here
Within me
To be me
To feel the burning that I feel
How my flesh melts and stinks worse than rotted flesh
All because of the pain
Of missing
My skin burns
It itches so badly
The need to scratch
The will to rip off my flesh because it hurts
All I want is to stop it
To heal the pain
All I want is to stop it
To never feel this again
But I can't help but want to feel it all the time
Because I want to be perfect
I want to be sane.
© Copyright 2007 Blk Sapphire (FictionPress ID:390145). All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Blk Sapphire.
Written by: Blk Sapphire
My skin burns
It itches so badly
The need to scratch
The will to rip off my flesh because it hurts
All I want is to stop it
To heal the pain
All I want is to stop it
To never feel this again
My eyes shed tears
The heaves of sobs continue their flee
He needed me to be perfect
He needed me to be there
But I'm not perfect
Nor am I stable
I'm barely even capable of being sane
It itches so badly
The way my chest constricts
It would be amusing if it were UnReAL
Since the constriction is so tight
So perfectly calculated
It would appear if put under a microscope
Like the perfect boa constrictor squeezing the life out of a victim
Straight from a CIRCUS
Clown deal and all with a cream pie on the side
My skin burns
Literally flames jump from my fingertips
When I touch his picture
They scorch his eyes out
And erase him from my physical sight
Still he remains
Embedded within my very skin
My very flesh
My very core
How it ITCHES so badly
I need him ever so more
But the pain
Please, make it stop
I can't take it
I want him here
Within me
To be me
To feel the burning that I feel
How my flesh melts and stinks worse than rotted flesh
All because of the pain
Of missing
My skin burns
It itches so badly
The need to scratch
The will to rip off my flesh because it hurts
All I want is to stop it
To heal the pain
All I want is to stop it
To never feel this again
But I can't help but want to feel it all the time
Because I want to be perfect
I want to be sane.
© Copyright 2007 Blk Sapphire (FictionPress ID:390145). All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Blk Sapphire.