Scar tissue

I’m unstable

My mind revealing my instability

Word crawling on my skin

Verbs lap dancing all over me

Controlling me

Taking hold of me

Got me freaked out and stressed

Rip them off my flesh

Put them together

See how they mesh

Its kind of a test

Lyrically I am destroying myself

Inner demons trying to get out

I think I’m losing myself

Gashes

Whelps

From wounds that I inflict on myself

Skin pasted on paper

And I left the pen on the shelf

The madness continues

My body became a poetical venue

A word menu

I see them

Strange

Deranged

My thoughts are bleeding through

What to do

Theoretically, I may be going insane

There’s no pain

My brain

Telling me to write again an again

I must obey

Have to express

Got much to say

I see an “I” and “It”

Now peeling the skin away

Viscosity of the blood

Makin the words adhere to the page

Body in enraged

Slowly reaching the healing phase

This sickness an issue

But words are official

And only remnants of the act

Is the SCAR TISSUE