My Arm is on fire and it doesn't even hurt.
I did it.
But was it me?
The tortured memories inside my head blind me to the point where i don't know who I am anymore.
This person, foreign.
Alien.
You.

Red.
Relief.
But is it?
No
Am I?
Crazy?

More red than before.
Relief.

No pain.
I want to feel it.
But I can't.
You don't feel it.

I feel you.

Pressure.
More.
Red.
Relief.

Is it relief if I still can't feel?

My arm is on fire and It should hurt.

I don't even have to tell you not to put me out.