Story of a Mourner
The gaping hole inside her slowly weeps
Tears refuse to fall as she silently mourns the loss of herself
She is comfortably buried under the darkness of a pile of hollow boxes
She is a loveless creature buried in the familiar darkness, beyond repair
She has experienced a common parasite that drains her of her intellect
Yet she finds herself desperately craving it sometimes
She sees a bright, warm light, too bright for her mournful, loveless eyes
She seems to like the light's presence, not quite a full-grown parasite
It latches on and bites on her flesh, a foreign feeling of lust
She pulls the suction cups of the parasite away in tears
She goes back into the darkness
And stays there
Forever.
Tears refuse to fall as she silently mourns the loss of herself
She is comfortably buried under the darkness of a pile of hollow boxes
She is a loveless creature buried in the familiar darkness, beyond repair
She has experienced a common parasite that drains her of her intellect
Yet she finds herself desperately craving it sometimes
She sees a bright, warm light, too bright for her mournful, loveless eyes
She seems to like the light's presence, not quite a full-grown parasite
It latches on and bites on her flesh, a foreign feeling of lust
She pulls the suction cups of the parasite away in tears
She goes back into the darkness
And stays there
Forever.