Itch

I have this feeling

It hasn't stopped in days

My skin now raw,

From excessive scratching

"I want to rip my skin off"

A sharp knife lay bare 

I pick it up

The itching won't stop

I push the blade against my skin

The itching manifesting more

I peel up my skin

It oozes blood, and exposes muscles 

So many veins 

So much blood 

But the itching persists 

"Mmmmmmm"

I cut more,

Peeling back more layers of tissue

I graze a vein

Blood spills from the wound

Still my body itches

I plunge the knife 

Deep into my insides

I twist and stir up my organs

"Ahh ahh mm"

The itching continues 

I pull out the knife 

I drive into my head

My skull cracks 

As I continue to stab

My vision blurs

My body collapsing to the ground

Yet the body convulses,

Still itchy