Gnawing and clawing away at my sanity,
The scars plague the iris
Flesh burns beneath the porcelain skin,
demanding peace through torture and pain.

Veins sputter and jump to catch up with the racing heart,
while eyes tinted crimson fight desperately for rest.
And the shivers, the cold, half hemorrhaging shivers
send the system deeper into a hardly conscious daze.

Unrelenting waves of fire spread through every heartbeat.
The blinding sounds and bludgeoning lights bleed between thoughts.
Hollow husk of a head fighting to stay attuned.
Bones howling for a final surrender.

Antidote poisoned by visions of blood and misery.
Memories of misery corrupt all hopes of rest.
The cure for one plague is the infection of another.
Antiseptic droughts of ichor to remedy the screeching flesh.

Skin crawling with the pricks and cuts of needles and knives,
Demons tormenting the mind with horrors from past the flesh
Between the two living Hells lies no rest, no peace, and no mercy.
The price of withdrawal from my addiction to the simulation of death.