Inside Insanity

No smoke to signal fire.

Little worms devouring my flesh from within,
A thousand needles piercing right through my skin...
No bruises, No scratches,
No swells, No blood.

The little worms give birth to bigger worms now,
The thousand needles, a million times thicker...
And yet I see my skin glowing like silk.

I am in all sorts of pain, pinned down by the agony,
No source of comfort,
No sign of relief.

A young boy was passing by, he kept staring at me,
I recognised the pain in his bloodshot eyes,
"Are you burning too?" Concerned, I asked.
I pitied the young boy, who is not yet of age.
"Nah" He said
"The gentle wind is soothing"
He took a deep breath as if to mock me...
I kept smiling at him, he was a good liar.

I DON'T FEEL NO WIND!
My skin is burning!!

Should I tear off my shirt?
Should I scratch off my skin?
Should I run around screaming!?

No I should not!
They'll all think me insane.

Moments from now,
My head will explode,
And my body will turn to ashes,

Moaning in silence,
I sit here in quiet agony...
My skin is burning,
Inside insanity.