I keep looking down
To see if my skin is still there
It feels like it's crawling off
Trying to leave me exposed
No way to hold myself in
I keep grinding my teeth
So much my fingernails hurt
Sympathy pains maybe
Spreading throughout my body
My muscles are tense
Working my joints
Warming my bones
I might catch fire
It would be my luck
My thoughts would still think
After incineration of all else
I think maybe that's hell
The moonless midnight
The cradle of despair
A condemning sorrow
Crying tears of kerosene
Creating a wicked dance
To depression's lament
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