Icy fingers slither under skin.
Uncontrolled tendon movement.
Goose-bump needles.
What is happening to me?
Need to get back.
Back to reality.
Blood soaked sneezes.
Fire ants in my heart.
Razor moths in my lungs.
I think I’m dying.
Acid tear takeover.
Loss of extremities.
Black bile blood.
Scalding this mind.
Black mold synapses.
Skin turns scales.
Ribbons of flesh.
Just drop off.
I tie them in a bow.
Fear of the faithful.
Demon of Dreams.
Hands severing testicles.
Beatles running free.
Eye popping parasites.
I am now the monster.
Here lies the damned.
Nothing left to see.