The Itch

Burning knowledge With each new breath Licked the sore Till there was nothing left. False perception comes in view To think I was going to marry you. Adopted a ideology That I could keep the hollow me And continue to pursue this plan After all you said I could come as I am. Words dance around in the wind Whispering, Welcoming me to sin. Darkened road paved with glass This internal bleeding will slowly pass. Open wounds scream my name Oozing out… all this shame. Hurry quickly! Bandage me. Before I bleed insanity. Avalanches of past regrets All this pity has me wet. Drowning in this former fame There must be an award for all this pain. Golden metal, just for me! Professing the day you set me free! Once your breeze Blows away this disease I will fall straight to my knees.