Heartless and Disorientated

a sick mind and violent thoughts riddled with maggots

if i was to rip open my flesh and expose my bones to this storm because my skin is positively crawling, my eyelids are twitching like there's bugs burrowing through my irises and if this tornado picked me up and scattered my skeleton all over this city would anyone care? i wonder what someone would say when they find my skull in their muddy backyard once this rain stops, i wonder, would they cry?
i have a sick, sick mind, can you deal with it? can you deal with me? i guess you just have to i doubt you'd rather be my enemy when if so quick to tear my limbs apart.
if i rip open this flesh will anyone care? will they see it for what it is or will they see it as just another illness? i wonder if they still will when they find that my spine has fallen down their chimney and my eyes have rolled into their shrubs to sprout little maggots and calamitys just aching for more flesh other then that ruin they were born from.
you can try to run away but you cant run from what's already inside you, insects eating you away from within after i sicked them on your fingernails. they burrowed through your fingers and your hands and climbed up your veins like stepladders to heaven in your hollowed cheeks, only so pale and shallow because they're riddled with tunnels from these maggots crawling in and out until the flies fall from your ears and climb out of your tear ducts, i bet you won't be so stereotypical when you start crying bugs and blood and begging for it all to end, only then, just maybe, will you understand why i wish to rip open this flesh and dig out the bugs crawling under my skin and let the tornado rain them down on this town instead.