Infested

 

I see me.
This creature,
Infested.

The mind plays games,
Satan whispers loud.
Emotionless outside,
Yet so very proud.
But at the same time
You see me cry.
Yet tears don't fall,
You wonder why.
I'll tell you why.
I have a disease.
So inject me with hope,
I beg of you please.
Hold me close,
Help me comprehend
The meaning of me,
Before I come to end.

You see me.
This creature,
Infested.
 

23rd November 2007

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