Inner Demons

The skin seems to tear open at the seams,

But I see no real ripping.

The tears of flesh and my feeble bones,

Are only on the inside.

Peeling me from within,

Ripping at my insides with claws.

All the blood rushing to my head,

As I slowly begin to black out.

Where am I now?

What is this place?

Solitude.

Alone with just my thoughts,

They begin to transform into shapes.

This mesmerizing metamorphosis baffles me.

Awoken.

By the shuttering thought that came over me just then.

The thought that within me,

Such forms existed.

Were my eyes betraying me?

Did that ugliness really come from within me?

The clawing returned,

Scratching away my consciousness once more.

Floating in a dead space,

Panic begins to surface in me.

The form was returning,

But growing, multiplying before my eyes.

I could feel the burning sensation from within.

But, wasn't I passed out just then?

I awoke from this slumber,

Drenched in sweat.

Was it really all a dream?

Or was it my subconscious trying to warn me.

Warn me of what lies dormant within me.

Those inner demons that scourge me....