First to fly,
First to fall,
First to love,
First to cry,
First to leave,
First to die.
First to fear the parasite,
The parasite of flesh.
First to be infected,
And lied out of their home,
First to say 'I love you'
First to be alone.
The parasite is greedy,
He wants all the light.
The parasite is needy,
He sucks out all the love.
The parasite is aware,
Of all the pain he serves.
The parasite,
A close,
Close friend.
The parasite,
A pathetic,
Little thing.
The parasite.
The parasite.
The parasite that's me.
YOU ARE READING
Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
