grit

Quiet.

The reality is hard to digest.
I'm here, now...
and I don't like it.
This way, I move about, grappling with my sanity.
Possessed by your company,
My misery is at home...

Who are you to torment me so?
Why am I cursed with your presence?
I can only hang my head and cry,
with you.
This hole you have pushed me into,
It is so deep and dark.
And yet, you never leave my side.
You want me to love you.
Need my love to survive..

Parasite.

I reach out to the light and as it fades away from sight you appear to comfort me.
Want me to cry...
You place my hand on our cold, dead heart.
It beats strongly,
In my head...

Will you ever leave me?
Only if I am strong enough to let you go.

I wish I could let you go...

You're here,
With me..

My parasite loves me so...

ej