Under My Skin

This is the complete version. I made a bunch of changes to Body and I worte Mind. Please read and comment. This is a sattirre about losing yourself in the midst of everone else.

Preface
Every time I look, I see something in your eyes. It makes me ponder for a moment why time passes so quickly, because your eyes are like a mirror. I study myself in them, and it seems different. Your sallow eyes, they hold no true meaning to me other than the fact that I see myself
Grin

I see you from across the room, you are sneering at Me., your two crescent lips poised above your white teeth. The mocking expression makes me shiver under my skin in complete repulsion. My bones quiver as you shift your eyes mockingly on me. The nasty truth is bearing right now, you hold your gaze with mine. I fight it- but the tar in your expression has caught me by surprise. My mouth falls open and you saunter across the room to question my strangled appearance. I long for you to leave. As you walk closer, my heart stutters and a melancholy mood spreads through my body. You look at my face and your lips part. It causes me pure agony to watch you. I wrap my fingers around the sneer and yank it from your nasty face. With the cold teeth in my hand, I replace the mouth on mine. You stare at me horrified as I contour the lips into an expression of a smirk. My blood lurches with poison. You crumble on the ground and disintegrate in my stare. My heart shrivels and I find satisfaction in that. I pick up your eyes from the cold rock terrain and clutch them in my fist. They shiver in my palm. I thrust them over my eyes. I look at the world for the first time through your nasty stare. I grasp my head and scream.

Body

I am tortured. The sight of my greenish hands makes me gag. I think of you, and shudder. The motion doesn’t quite feel right though. The series of shivers that ripple through my body, remind me of you. I think of your back, and its elongated spine. It arches in many places and disrupts the skin in which it sits. The eyes continued upward in the thought. Your shoulder blades protrude from your smooth back and contoure as you move your arms. Your neck cranes miserably to the side and often tilts up with such agony that I cower in the expression. Black, long hair twists around your skull. It holds knots in its roots and nappes around your neck. Pale white is the color of you face. It sucks in all life into the darkest pit of resentment. As I would long to take a step forward, my instincts kick in and I would shudder from your tight grip. Your hands are of complete majesty. Their long, arched fingers stroke my cheek, leaving a longing sensation that never fades. I bring my warm hand to my cheek. It is ice cold. My hand is repelled from the spot. It is hard to concentrate now; tears are falling from your eyes, now my eyes. I rub them away, but pause when I feel the grimacing pain from them. I shiver once more, the image of you fading from my mind. I look up from the silver ground and crawl forward. There is nothing here. The presence of life is all sucked away from this one room, though there are no walls. I grasp at the air, trying to find some meaning to all of this. Losing my mind, I run away from nothing. My legs won’t move, they are dragging along the ground. My body collapses and I feel pressed to the ground by the nothingness. The immense pressure makes me scream in fear. I twist over and see you there. Your body is lying on the white floor. Your skin is pale and colorless. I crawl over to your body and notice the face. All expression is faded. It is utterly blank. My hand traces a line down the center of it, but stops where the lips are supposed to be. I lurch in pain and curl in misery. I feel it ripping me apart from the inside out. Trying to ignore the agony, I grasp your body closer than I ever had. In one movement, I replace my body with yours. I feel as if my skin is ripped away, as if my identity is gone. Stretching my limbs I feel as if they are tearing away from me. The foreign body is frozen from misery. It feels empty. I hunch over and collapse. My chest is shuddering ripping away. The emptiness is eating everything. The eyes are gone. The smirk is gone. I am gone.

Mind
I open my eyes once more in a trance. I can ignore the pain now, each breath is a reminder that this will never end. I have learned to get used to it, though it never gets better. The pain never changes, only my ability to tolerate it. My mind has changed; the things I held dear before are gone. I don’t think anymore, sometimes I wonder whether it would be easier to not have brain at all. The thoughts wouldn’t burden us, there wouldn’t be any feeling. There wouldn’t be anything. The white slate in my mind has stayed blank. I have nothing. Everything just happens. There is no reason for anything anymore. Suddenly, my eyes open. I never wanted them to, it just happened. The slightest of motion wakes me up from the days I had spent unconscious. I slowly sit up and begin to think. I remember you first. The face popped into my head. It haunted me, your cruel unjust features tortured me. The thoughts flood my mind. I think of why I am here. Your face appears once more. It doesn’t fade. The anger builds inside me. I run. I leave everything behind. The stress on the body is too much. The pressure pulls me down. I am dragged away from myself. Out in the distance, I see a crystal, dull and cracked. My hands longed to hold it, to grasp it. The dull surface sucked me in. It lies there, just sitting unattended. It is calling for me. Its white edges pierce the atmosphere around it. Rolling forward, my finger strokes the glass edge. Every feeling in my mind disappears as the crystal shatters. My thoughts are covered with yours. Every nasty evil thing is forced into my thoughts. Nothing of me remains; it is only you. Tortured ideas rip through my skull and I give up. Sleep overtakes me, but is only filled with your nightmares. As I wake up the world around me spins. Out of every thought that was stolen, and every idea crushed, one thing remains. It makes me shiver and grasp my head. I turn over onto my stomach and keep my face from contouring too much. The pain is obvious, I feel like sobbing. You don’t regain control. You leave me with this one last feeling. The last thing I remember. It is true. I hate you with all my being, with everything I have, and now that I have nothing, I long for you with every thought in my head and every hope I ever will have.

~Life ended there. As I twisted one more time, I felt my body fall through the air. I didn’t scream.