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Twitch


Bugs. Bugs. 
Crawling in my skin
My nose is burning
It won't go away.
Burning
Itching
Stinging
My heart is racing

Boom
Boom 
Boom.
Loud against my chest.

There are more pills now on my tongue
Dissolving
Dissolving
dissolving away
the air 
I feel it lightening around me

Twitch
Twitch
Twitch
Why am I twitching?
My heart beats faster and faster
What is inside me?
A demon perhaps?
Crawling around under my skin
Through my veins with my blood
Controlling
Controlling
Controlling me!
Make it stop.
I have to make it stop.
Twitch.
Slam.
Slicing my finger off.
Hah!
Be gone you
disgusting unearthly beings!

It's funny that I feel no pain.

I laugh at the bloody hysterics.

Scratching my skin.

My blood 
It pulses out
and yet
I feel no pain.

Twitch

Again I twitch!

Awful horrid demon
Leave me be!

Chop
Slice.

Bleeding more and more but still
I feel no pain
as I lose my left thumb.

Twitching

Palpitations

Make it stop! I cry

Blood
Blood
More and more now
and yet I still 

Twitch
and
Twitch
and 
Twitch

Be gone!
Be gone!
Get out of my head
Leave my mind!

Twitch
Twitch

I lose my hand.

Bugs Bugs crawling in my skin
and little fairies dancing all around

Stop it all!

Twitch
Twitch
Twitch

And off goes the little piggy’s
that stayed home
and cried

Blood
blood.
Faster
Weaker I become

Twitch 
Twitch 

No more!
Be gone, terror of hell!

Twitch
Twitch

    Dancing

Slice

      Blood

Weakness

  Blood

                                              Darkness.

 

 

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Typewriterwriter

I don't write about death because I want to die, I write about death because when death takes me I'd like to think that I am in the care of a wonderful friend. Writing is a language everyone can understand. Even when our words are confused and twisted, we find someone who translates perfectly. I speak for those who are scared and trapped and those whose voices have been stolen from them. God speaks through me and gives me strength to give to others. I will write until my end.

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