Itch

I’ve got this itch
Inside of my head
Its going to last
Until I’m buried and dead

I’ve released it into this world
It’s out there now
Trying to take over me
It’s going to do it no matter how

Its goal is to make me another person
It test it patience waiting in my mind
It’s like me and the liquor
Together in one and combined

It’s starting to succeed in its goal
To take over this boy
It’s creating this chaos
Removing all joy

I’ve got to get this itch out of my head
Before it takes complete control
It’s trying to get me to crash the car
And put my head through the central consol

The itch is getting better and worse
It’s like a joy mixed in with the pain
Obeying its will is my last regret
This body of mine would have been slain

This itch sitting in the back of my head
Is cured for once and for the last time
It’s gone for good for now at least
One wrong choice and it’ll turn on a dime

But for now this itch is cured
But will remain fully feared

copyright 2005 © Logan Brown