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Scratch My Itch
Scratch My Itch
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every time I wake up
reality is a ghoulish nightmare
that bares its jagged fangs
at the corners of my fractured psyche
as if liquid-pain is leaking
out from all the orifices in
my body and soon I'll melt like
an ice-cream left out in the sun
every time I go to sleep
in my dreams I am alive -
tranquility bursting dams
cemented by trauma and scars
why don't the trucks and cars
hit me when I jump out in front
of them on the road, screaming
"fucking god! Just kill me!"
