I am itchy
On the inside
Worms and maggots writhe under my skin
Launching themselves into the vastness of space
Lost in the black void
Coz I am itchy
On the inside
Joints creaking and muscles aching and eyes blurring
Thoughts stirring and stirring and stirring
And boiling over into songs that never finish
Lines play back and forth
Itchy again
But scratching won't help
There's nothing to scratch
The grey matter all tucked away
On the inside
For the love of all that is holy
Can the itching stop?
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