Nothing

Crawling under my skin
Only to seep deep into my bones
My blood alive with activity
On fire like the passion of your heart

It can’t be helped
There is nothing for it
It tickles my nerves
Keeps me on edge
Always

I need to get away
Can’t you feel it
In the air
All around us
We need to get away

My nerves spark like lightning strikes
Continuous
Dangerous
An itch under the flesh
If only it could be scratched

Will you notice when the time comes
When I’m gone
And you’re here
Left all alone
Maybe you will
But you won't

This fire burns
Scorching everything in its path
I’m in its path

There is no help for it
You feel it too
Boredom

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