Skin-Cringe

Slither from cloud to ground
Instill an overwhelm of fear
Smothering out even pity sounds
Crawling under skin, just beneath
A tattoo attachment, itching sweat
A trip down the eyebrow, regret, regret
Dreaming aloud, itching, eyes flushing
Cannot run, cannot run, can't not run
The instance of a hush, no rush


Hate imprints the dying stillness
Somber voices speak out of place
Stripping off chunks of my skin
All crawling along the floor laughing
A memory
I crawl to panic by nature
Memory invade me, room is lightless
Uninspired, smooth skin crawls over consuming
I slither with it, know not, fear not
Its red eyes devour mine, my fingers unattached
A masturbating wall sweating on me
Calling out phobia-flushed eyes of mine



Hanging over a bed I picture
A disturbance so utterly clear
I fear, I fear, lain here
My skin hurts! I cringe!
A swarm of social flies
Weakening, I fall, I linger
A hand reach, the tub is running
The toilet overflown, the baby overgrown
The pissing's infiltrate the interior
The echo of the mirror, the silver fear
Oh, white walls of pitch black
Lavender scents grasp the nostril
My left shoe untied, the wall paper wilting
My shirt soaked, my conscious unconscious
My eyes numbed, my mind fixated
All shiny illusions; mirror, razor, faucet
Breaking through the other side
Nothing to barricade, not a shred of pride
Self-slaughtering tirade of nothingness
Conscious flailing as the quiet severs
The mind unwilling to admit to its endeavors