What a dark dismal night.
I sit on my bed looking out into the dreary night,
I scratch my neck.
I listen, all i can hear is the pounding of the rain against my window.
A flash of lightning lights up the sky.
I see the dead trees that surround the house.
The well outside my window,
broken edges and dried up.
Plants have begun to envelope it.
I sigh and look at mirror in front of me
as the light outside fades.
I can see the rings under my large dull-black eyes.which were so vibrant in my youth.
the insomnia has taken its toll on me.
My rich Brown hair has become a graying mop that falls over my eyes.
The emptiness in my chest sickens me.
I reach up and scratch the base of neck.
It's always itching..
And no matter how much i scratch it it still itches.
It's itched for a very long time.
I run my hand through my thick graying hair.
I sigh again.
Even the darkness outside doesn't match the darkness in my mind.
I lie back and sigh while itching my neck again.
I can't stand this emptiness.
No friends, no pets.
Just my empty life.
Farming in the morning, eating alone at lunch and dinner
watching television and drinking vodka at night.
Passing out drunk most nights.
But not tonight.
I itch my neck again.
I look around.
See the empty alcohol bottles in the corner.
I scratch my neck again.
The infernal itch never leaves me.
I scratch again and again
God it itches so much.
I open a drawer and ake out a pencil and scratch.
It cuts the skin a bit, but i dont care.
The tip snaps.
My anger grows.
The itch grows stonger and stronger.
I scratch it feverently.
I can't stand it.
The blood from the scratch s trickling down my muscular neck and stains my t-shirt.
Why won't it go away.
I reach around my drawer.
I find something suitable.
I smile crazily as i think of the itch finally going away.
I lift it to my neck and press down and drag it across.
A sense of satisfaction shoots through my body.
As the undying relief flows through me,
Lightning flashes outside my window...
It lights up my room as blood spews from my jugular veins and onto the mirror, leaving a crimson stain.
I fall to the carpeted ground.
The carpet turns a rich red.
Stained forever more.
I laugh to myself,
The itch is gone.
A sense of relief is stuck in me,
a sense of a disturbed happiness lingers in my soul.
I cough up blood,
it gets on my shirt and face, as it flows around my eyes and from my pale lips.
My lightly tanned skins grows deathly cold.
I cough again.
My vision is blurring.
My hand loosens.
My salvation rolls off my fingers onto the floor.
God claps outside my window.
The heavens flash outside.
I cough again and close my eyes.
I hear Satan laughing from his fiery throne.
And i pass.