Worn out and faded
The weakness starts to show
They’ve created the generation
That we know
Washed up and hated…
~*~
The parasites;
Unnoticed at first
An itch, maybe red
That grows tainted
.
The parasites;
I’m a chosen victim
I can feel them move
Underneath my skin
.
The parasites;
They fester and grow
Writhing ever madly
Infecting me so slow
.
The parasites;
Damages and injures
Abrasions and lesions
Clear detriment ensues
.
The parasites;
Contaminate and corrupt
Polluting my clean mind
Weakening and disrupts
.
The parasites;
They wrench and leech
Bloodsucking exploits
I fall sick and beseech
.
The parasites;
Invade the environment
Peace left in sediments
A revolting impediment
.
The parasites;
Ravaged and rampaged
Infesting and infecting
Assail, overrun, pillaged
.
The parasites;
Stealing what isn’t theirs
Feeding on fallen ideals
Gorging in sickening curs
.
The parasites;
Ugly creations they may be
Yet for the very life of me
I can’t get them to go leave
.
The parasites;
Feast in surfeit and decay
Seep into me and infiltrate
Bound forever within to stay
.
The parasites;
Infecting quite relentlessly
Multiplying exponentially
Spreading all over my body
.
The parasites;
They overtake and override
Surpass, alter my humanity
Every inch of my skin’s hide
.
The parasites;
Is what my system’s now composed of
A parasitoid being, entangled till bloat
But how could I complain? I’d let them
Enter—this ail seems to be all my fault.
~*~
You made it
You played it
Your shit is overrated
(Go away, go away, go away)…
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
