Under my Skin

Something lives inside me, foraging off my instablity Forcing its way through each thought that is born Where it lives happens to be where my sanity can't take me Spinning a web to catch my rationality, inches from confusion I feel this imposter scampering through the labyrinth of my mind Toying with my reason, opening doors to lead me deeper It plays a soothing ballad on the strings of my emotion The echoes resonate, shattering the ice that keeps me warm Each stir inside strips me bare Splits the stitching beyond repair Under my skin the blood wells up, saturated with its offspring Occupying the fractures left by the malicious anarchy As the crimson paint is left to dry, I poke it with curiousity I hear it murmur....they speak....the Voices welcome me back