My Little Parasite

May 20th, 2007

Broken wings, black as coal
It seems that life has took it's toal…
Wings so broken beyond repair…
Cutting deeper and deeper…
Looser and looser they become….
The pain is very real.
Slicing and slicing..
I want them gone.
These wings as black as coal.
If they refuse to be white….I don’t want them.
…..
I’m so tired of feeling this way.
So exhausted…
So sad.
So weak.
I”ve had ENOUGH!
Why is it you don’t hear me, my little parasite?
Why is it you don’t understand what I’m still screaming to you?
Why is it you refuse to leave?
Further and further you drag me into hell…
Do you want me to die?
My little parasite?
You’ve had yourself a healthy feast of happiness…
And turned it all into desperate despair.
You’ve replaced the dreams with sleepless nights…
The smiles with many tears.
My dearest little parasite…
I cannot escape without you near.
Hiding in the shadows like the demon that you are…
Watching and waiting..
Picking at the scars.
My little parasite, do you like to watch me bleed?
My dear little parasite…
WHY WON’T YOU LET ME BE?!
Do you not think I’ve bleed enough for you?
Do you not think I’ve caused enough pain?
No.
You want more.
You search the deepest caverns my heart has left in shadows…
You find the deepest scars my soul has failed to heal…
It is then, my little parasite, that you strike…
Digging and scrapping with your fangs made of glass.
My little parasite…
You’re killing me with your presence
……
I’ve come to understand….
Perhaps I don’t deserve….
I don’t deserve to be…
Happy.
Again.