Parasitic

it is what i am.

Infiltrate,
intention to suffocate out the hate.
Waiting for the guard hounds to speculate,
so I can I slip past the hidden pearly gate,
I can wait to meet my fate,
and hide from the seeker of my unintentional state.
irrate tendency to lean towards the morally impaired,
and the psychologically inept,
who search for their substance related form of repair.
Slip inside your sanctum when you need it most,
it was what you wanted and what you craved,
but for every parasite there is a host.
Your guilt remains.

Author's Note

again. as usual.

Reviews

[bailish]

I like the symbiotic relationship you show. Very dark read.