The Parasite

Something underneath my skin Tearing at my walls from inside, within Testing all my patience, and trying my might With tooth and claw and a sharpened bite A dark eyed shadow hiding near Locked inside all my hopes and fears It's there in the photos if you dare to look Lingering just out of sight, a mischievous crook A thought, a whisper with it's gasping breath It's voice smells sour, and dank like death A creature only I can see A fight with a weak and broken plea It's nails dig under my cloak of shame They prod and poke and taunt and blame They tear from me my weary sheild My naked self, and soul revealed They cut so clean, with a doctor's aim And bite what dreams and hopes remain It leaves me sudden, broken, bare My severed body torn, impaired My figure weak and fately tired With my flesh and being taken, acquired Yet the beast still comes for more to take So here I am... Alone..... Awake.