I feel an itch
A scratch
An Inferno of ice
Oh, and It's eating
It's eating me away
It's consuming my stained heart and tainted mind
And I have seen what I have locked away for so long
Almost as if my instance has spread like a plague to an innocent source to taint it with
How I was supposed to be consumed
Might be consuming another
A box I have created to hide this in is so large that it has flattened those unsuspecting surrounding it
It should have been me
It's going to be me
But this time it will strike like a black serpent, ready to infect me with a bite, because I had chained this serpent up for too long
But I know now, my time is ticking, the clock is tolling
It's different how this plague effects me and how it inadvertently affects others
For me,
It will be a matter of seconds, minutes
before that last thread snaps
And  will drive myself into the red sea, only to sink and not ever float
And I will burn in that unfortunate haze in that oven
Screaming for it to end and not for it to be stopped
I hand myself to you now
Your reading this I hope
And this, this is a person who is waiting for the inferno to consume her
Just standing by, waiting
Because, there is no escape
I will accept it with a smile on my face before it starts to singe my hair
And then the fire will errupt
It's lurking in me somewhere
Like a disease
Somewhere, someone will read this and I will be gone
Gone
This might be the writing of a corpse
A stranger to you
A stranger I will have become to myself