Bug [old writing]

I want to crawl into your mind like bug. Curl around your brain until it begins to rot and deteriorate. I want to stick to you like a disease, something you can't drop or forget. I want to always be stuck at the back of your mind. You can't ever get rid of me when I'm there. Even when it makes your skin crawl and itch, the rot spreading farther and farther. You'll try everything to get me out of your mind. But you just. Can't. I want to be stuck there forever and ever. 

The only way to get rid of it is to go directly to me. Only I can get rid of the itch, only I can give you the euphoria you need. It'll make the rot in you bubble and boil, make your skin pleasantly warm. It'll make you comfortable and docile. Then I want to rip it away. Get tired of you and never speak to you again. Let you writhe and suffer. Squirming around like a pathetic little bug just to get my attention again. I want to destroy you.