Too Weak To Breathe

There's an itch that won't let go  
wrapped tight upon these wounds  
undaunted there I wait
along with the burn  
begging  
to appease;  
a slow release  
into my wilting veins  
crying out to ease the pain  
rip off these scars  
and let the blood leak  
down into the depths of my hell  
before I am too weak to breathe