PARASITE

PARASITE

The desire to corrupt,

The desire to force,

The desire to let open,

To watch the beauty of dark red,

To the ones that many don’t want to see.

It’s to translate time,

Ground myself with every breath,

That I’m real.

I’m not a figment of a human being.

Is this desire something human?
This desire within me grows like a parasite,

It crawls up to my fingertips,

Does it want a taste of my lips?

It scratches at me,

It’s reached to my arms,

My wrists are scoured with It’s Veins,

Till my skin is no longer mine.

It wants to bleed,

It wants me to see,

That it isn’t just some parasite.

It wants to crawl all over my arm,

To my shoulder,

To my neck,

It wants a taste.

It's choking myself from within.

It curls my veins,

Till the only thing I see,

Is Him staring back at me.

I squeeze the blood out of myself,

“Aren’t I insane?
Aren’t I beautiful?

Your a Gallery of love,

‘Strength’, they say.”

I can’t hear humans anymore,

Only Him,

And that Parasite.