Raw

Like the evil glow of the moon
I feel the violent pulling
Of my skin so energetic
And crazy but it feels
Right to push the
Limits of this dizzying nightmare
Of this energy
Ready to pounce on its victims
twisting and scratching
Until raw marks are left
On inflamed skin
Killing the cells and vibrating
The body in a whirlwind of
Madness thinking
Madness driving instinct to
It's point like the tip of a blade so
sharp it will kill you with a touch
Suffocating insanity to your
Last breath spinning and stopping
and spinning like a top on an uneven
floor, drunken mad insanity I
suppose but spinning and thinking
madness thinking madness.