A parasite crawling about my insides.
Moving aimlessly until it knows it's time
Free space, empty head.
Oh but it must fill it. It's entitled that way.
The speed of light turns on the radio signal
The first wave is manageable of course.
Grab a surf board and let the ocean move you
But it passes by, the benefit of a calm demeanor
The second, a broken parachute.
"Don't let me crash. I can't afford the ambulance."
Scream at it. Scream at it until it goes.
It'll go.
The last is dirt pouring down, suffocating.
Making the picking of skin on fingers ravenous,
As it screams louder than you could fathom.
Either suffer, or suffer from refraining from suffering.
To choose.
