OCD

Obsessive compulsive.

Lying flick of fire,

Eyes are burnt; In need of stitches

Don't you notice?

Hand pressed,

Clutching back melting desire,

Floating ashes; my remaining feel

Don't you understand?

Sit and frozen lungs,

Pound to the beating,

No reply from the inside; Horror ripping hole

That's right, you don't.

Author's Note

Another half-asleep poem :)