To The Itch

I feel the jagged edges
I've been here before
What is this obsession?
This same old exploration
Like tongue dancing over teeth
Wishing for the taste of a cut
A hint of pain
A hint of danger
But that's not why I return
I'm just a slave
To the itch

I feel the snug comfort
As I flow into the cavity
It was no discretion
That led my direction
When conscious thoughts awake
They stare out of a hollow
But I don't wish for escape
From familiarity
From this frenzied state
Somehow I've returned
Led on, chained
To the itch

Reviews

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. wow ... it must be a rather compelling itch ...

. i won't tell you about mine but you described it perfectly :P ...