wake me

I can barley see, the gaze burning deep off the fire in the sea, black smoke thick choke my heart gasping throat. While I cling to shadows on the hill of the devils moat. The cries peirce my ears coming from the moonset's silhouette and I can't think a thought but murder and death, and my skin still rips. The light is but a myth my neighbor lies crying from his dribbling slit wrists and there is a mist thats sticks to the roof of my lisp my tears nonexistent blood puddling in my piss. If you ever got burnt while frying an egg well then you know what it feels like in the thunderstruck rain and demons dance searching for an open door to pain. I could try and explain the heat in my brain the noise from the boil drives me to end it all but I wake in a sceen, twice as insane. A knock at the door first light then a roar the pounding shakes the floor the sceen is pure gore like deaths been here before I cant take it anymore. I try and pull my hands together to pray for some help but as soon as my fingers meet my skin begins to melt. My bones are exposed now and I plead to the beast he laughs as he licks his lips prepared for a feast. How did I get here please.......