I kept reaching further Further down and deeper Into my soul Scratching For bits of gold Scratching from inside Hacking off small pieces of life Excavate cravingly Hungry for a piece of myself that meant something A piece that was worth something So I could exchange it for forbidden pleasures Scratch and scrape everyday Wounding and eating like a pig, any day Rainy or foggy Blue or yellow I scratched and degraded Until nothing remained but a shadow An empty husk that was once I Remains Remnants of myself