The hunger to scratch and claw
upon the flesh of my face
is usually when my mind
begins to vanish without a trace.

Descending into darkened madness
fills me with fear
but the descent has begun.
Insanity is near.

There, I see a body,
hanging from a rope.
Dead and gone is the
feeling of hope.

Blood splattered across the walls
beckons me to walk these gruesome halls.

The need for open flesh
grows stronger.
Insanity won't be held back
much longer.

A knife to the wrist,
then a quick twist,
will give way to everything
delusion has wished.

A smile etched upon my face,
while a giggle escapes my lip,
as my heart begins to race,
making me lose grip.

I allow the fall and descend
into madness,
but when I am there,
I begin to panic.

Where is the girl I once knew?
Before darkness grew,
inside her like a wildfire,
creating the need to bleed dire.

Yet here I am,
with red on my wrist and hand.
The descent isn't so fun,
once you finally land.