The darkness that bleeds into me from you, It pollutes my soul like coal black ink dissolving into water We become two halves of the same twisted whole
Tag: Parasite
Without
That same hand, Holding me back, Forcing me down, For all these years Our fingers entwined, Binding me for life No longer, I refuse
Doubt
Doubt crept in like a parasite.
Begin Again
As you step through the oak door, Its hinges shrilly creaking, The cycle begins again
Introverted Creativity 