The itch

Until they finish the show into a twisting picture,
would have to let them stretch not scratch the irritated itch.
The splinter is a spoiler in the mind making it's violent stand.
Reeling with the feeling that one cannot just ignore.

Pad my walls onto all fours for the howls to bounce back on me.
I want to I want to I want to stop repeating myself to you.
Stir my second companion right up to penance's door.

Just look away and regret using the nails on the unforgiving chalkboard.
Send it away over the seven seas to where it wants to be.
Come back in a neat package because it belongs inside the skin.

The itch can rash the body from it's soul purpose so quickly.
Call of the monster inside your shadow will be the new paradise.
Too scared to see whats really going on inside the message of the bottle.

Leaving me with questions that,
only the crucial pieces missing from the brain can reveal.
Burning the mark into itch like an animal marking me with resistance to failure.