I am cursed by the constant twinge
Throughout my tired and humble flesh
Irritation writhes
Fighting to sink the living cause within
To drown out all remnants of hope
In the dreadful refrain
Of recede and cope

Muttered inquiries never cease
Boiled from my empty world
Loveless and stripped
In wide strokes of grey
Far too often
Never wavering

Muttered insults
Can never be contained
As they flare and lash
In colossal flame

The infernal nightmare
Loops throughout my sickly frame
As the mind fluctuates
From ease
To the distant
Shadowy corners of itself

I set out to defame
To destroy the finer parts of myself
To sack my own ravenous thoughts
To grind myself savagely into a pulp

The phobia lives on
To trail me another day
To constrict the flesh I claim
Behind each waking moment