Conscience

It starts with an itch
Right smack in the middle of your back,
you're clawing at it
desperate to reach it
to no avail

Gradually it begins to spread
creeping slowly
it moves to your head

so you scratch
leaving long marks of red
You scratch harder
trying to rid every drop from your soul

Deeper and deeper
your nails are digging in
and your skin begins to grow raw

The itch won't go away
the bottom of your nails full of skin and blood
sinking so deep

You begin to scratch everywhere now
your eyes,
as you tear the skin below it down

Scratching til your arm's ablaze
til your nails are gone
You can barely concentrate through the haze
of the gnawing and distress from what you've done

Guts on the floor,
still there's itching
even though there's nothing left to scratch anymore

You watched with your own eyes
the guilt of your actions consuming you,
causing your demise