I feel morbid
I can't define it, it's like this thing
A rake of sorts just clawing at my core
Scratching and scratching, pulling away from the sanity
It won't stop, it can't stop.
I don't know what it wants but I know to keep away
I struggle against its demands of submission and surrender
So I fight but every day feels like death mauls me
I'm scared, broken and...