Something is coming

Something is coming. Something terrible. I feel bugs burrowing under my skin, Making homes underneath my flesh And inside of my organs. They attempt to escape from The acid that fills my stomach, So they retreat up my throat, Causing me to vomit up a pile of corpses. I do not know where These insects come from, Nor do I know why they are here, But I cannot help but feel That they are warning me Of what is to come. I feel trapped. Similar to the occupants of my lungs That make it so incredibly hard to breathe. Suffocate me. Bite holes into my sides And force me to collapse. Something is coming And I cannot decide Whether I want it or not. Something is coming And I cannot help but feel The excitement Of what pain is brought to me. Will it be a pain of which I have not experienced? Oh the joys of the unknown. Oh the terrors of the abyss. Bring forth change In this wearisome life. Rise me up to the heavens, Or plunge me down to hell. Bring me anywhere other than this limbo. Something bad is coming. Change is coming. An assortment of Excitement, Indifference, And disarray I am shattered, Yet I am whole. I am completely false; a delusion. I am a being of pure contradiction. I alone nullify my own existence. Something is coming. I hope it arrives soon, Yet I also hope It does not arrive at all.