parasite

A Poem by Vanvid

parasites feast on things that are near dead or already dead. you can take it in any way you want.

i made you my shrine
your eyes rolled back into your mind
your pulse howls like something cold
as your hands became entwined with mine

crumbling atop your throne stuck in time
the fabric starts to fray
we'll laugh and sing by the poison stream
as you slowly go insane

your mind burrowed down as far as rabbit holes
lets be held by this till we grow old
a parasite
i'll eat your mind

your mind is as high as scattered termite mounds
by the time you break, your soul will already be bound
a parasite
on your life i'll dine

the journey of life, through her triumphs and pain
i loved the hold on you
and you always felt the same

we lie, in the midst of mornings that feel so hazy
yeah it's just a shame that i'm draining you baby
who cares? because the air is free
when you get there will you greet the dead for me?