The Sound of Silence

I can feel it, the darkness  beneath my skin
clawing, twisting, turning inside,
begging to  be let free.
Darkness lashes at the corners of my mind,
trying to capture my heart inside.

The demon lingers in my skin, screaming, squirming, strained within
oozing from my pores.
I clench sharp nails
into the tender flesh of my palm,
keeping the demon within.
This is what it feels like
to share your skin.

Let me let go,
I want to keep my control
I don't want this to run my life,
I can't escape the demon within my veins.
It's so black,
So sick,
So dead,
I wish that I could shed my skin

These are the words of the demon inside,
claws grasping, tearing up my throat,
intercepting the words I spoke,
the gutteral sounds of dying within,
this is what it's like to share your skin