A bugs house

Under a spell of drugs a mind goes crazg trying to remove bugs from the skin. Though the bugs were never there and will never leave

One good day is all it took.
It was a definite hook.
In my body it breathed my master,
And now everything had moved faster.
I felt empty as the needle fled.
Now I was very happy when i bled;
I cut my arm to save from harm.
No not a spell and not a charm.
Things crawled getting threw,
They were bugs and this was true;
Now crawling beneth the skin,
Eating me from outside in.
No worries i have a solution,
My sweet knife, my restitution.
I cut the beetles out
People see me, and shout.
There was more then i thought
I did more than i ought.
Im not crazy, or mad
This had mad me very glad.
There! No more bugs were in me.
Even though all people see
A skinless man all alone.
Nothing but meat and bone.