Talks

Talks with a tongue of steal.
Cries acid from my eyes.
Which first was an itch,
Has me now scratching at my insides.
Tearing at my flesh,
Scratching away at the lines.
Trying to rip out every thought.
My burning bones warp my mind,
They burn, decay and destroy.
Until there's nothing left,
But an empty shell.
Numb for the rest of existence.