OCD

Bacteria on my skin, in my eyes, upon my lips, all over my finger tips.

My brain is firing white cells to destroy these forgien spores but they are building in the millions and now I'm covered in sores that seep and pour, bursting septic bile all over the floor. 

I bath in isopropyl alcohol that I stole from work, bleaching my skin abrasively ripping dead cells from within but I'm down to the bone trying to target the elusive zone. 

The doctors have mentioned the cause as a vicious vortex steming from my orbitofrontal cortex, a good blast of Electroconvulsive therapy is what I need but I concur, no longer shall I my body endure this plague. 

Tipping a gallon of flammable fuel down my throat I burst into flames destroying my bacterial infestation, my charade remains I'm sure will haunt the dreams of my family for years, but I'm free now from my disease, no more crawling tears.