My Flesh Aflame

Writhing on the floor screaming in pain
cannot sleep or eat feeling the drain

the itching, the scratching my flesh afire
they can't comprehend this pain, only inquire

I scream and I cry begging for death's sweet embrace
the pain is so bad I feel I have fallen from God's grace

no one can cure me, and nothing can soothe my torment
I feel nothing but the pain and from it I cannot relent

I cannot serve I cannot work, I feel hot to touch
I never felt such agony, never had such a crutch

you cannot help me when the pain increases
all I can do is whimper and pray for pain releases

if this pain continues I cannot guarantee my sanity
if I die of overdose do not accuse me of inhumanity

please end my pain, please stop this flesh eating itch
I feel to-wards death my frail life and tent do pitch

As Ever Your Afflicted Servant:
D. Johnson.