Parasites

Haven't decided on a title yet..

Your life must be so easy
Stealing away others lives
Draining their life away
Until through pain, they writhe
You walk through this world
Like you're a fucking god
But someone needs to cut you
And show you that you're not!

You play with our heads
You move through our beds
I never knew you were such a bitch!
You mess with our hearts
You watch us fall apart
I hope you burn like a fucking witch!

You put us all down
Like we're all shit
Soon I'll grab your frown
And make you regret it!
I'll whisper words into your ear
While I slice your lip
And then I'll cut your throat
To make you my little puppet!

It's kinda short, but I hope you guys enjoy it :)

[parasite]

the worm worms into the deadly apple
eve-eaten, poison-bred
through so many generations yes
you are father, mother,
fathoms under your bilge rat feet sailing
to homeland
secure ground brainstem lock in your clawed
feet to the place there that
welcomes you
as a friend
and slowly slowly you begin to seed
pin here needle there spreading
your colony through lumpish grey matter
virus
whore
fucking with everything up in there
your babies squirm over
each other seething carnivorous
black dot eyes in see through skins
gumtooth invaders, hard to see how
they can harm you, yes
and make you bleed
make you their slavething plaything
cackling madness into your heart
hijacking your frequency
dreams
taking over your
eyes
shut out the colours that are not red
curse you ancestors with your
pack of lies inbred evil
making fools suffer gladly

Suck the hosts dry
little by little.
No use to us if
the die too soon.
Gotta stay alive
a little longer.
Being dead is
such a bore.

Being alive also
means feelings
for the victims.

Can it be right
to hurt so many
to fend off death?

Such considerations
are quickly gone when
the darkness approaches.

To Kent; the Cunt

I
am sapped
by your spores
in my soft cervical center

I
am not
bound by
your blasphemous bastard blood

I
will
no longer nourish
your nauseating nonsense

wither away my wanton wanderer
and vilify another's wayward womb

this is an autonomous abortion
of our aberrational relation

vaccinated and vindicated
my venus man trap

it's too good
to be spoiled
by you

We make our living off people's well-being
Knowing well the implication of our social sin
Reaping too many drop outs
Ending most in the rehab
We're the best description of what a parasite should be
Our rivalry wars obstruct the peace
Demons in human form role models misleading the kids
Off their ignorance we feed
Selling dangerous substances our greed
Cyber-connected round the globe
Wrecking havoc on the mind
Creating de pendants on depressants
Chronic addicts do anything to have it
From selling valuables to outright robbery
Too much burden on the system
How can these social parasites be squashed?
Within a system packed with two-faced conniving bastards
Who wear government badges
And yet align with these killers
They say poverty does more harm than drugs
Now see how drugs help create poverty
A relaxed mind docile
Can't function with a semi-closed eyes
Head spinning three sixty degrees
He sits and rubs his chin
When he should be out in the field
He's in a junky's paradise
And will soon become restless when the dose's expires
They are trapped
One,two,three
There population's rising
Souls that will never be free
Real contribution to humanity
We are the parasites
The real social parasites
We've made men with vision blind
And killed so many hearts filled with innovative dreams
Sometimes from nowhere I hear them scream
Then before my eyes comes flashes of our sin

I'm A Vacancy For A Broken Heart And It's Living Rent Free Inside Of Me!

Heartache is a leech
Sucking all the love out of my system
Draining my emotions
Residing within me
Breeding painful memories
Living off my joy
Infiltrating my strength
Weakening my immunity
Towards future heartache
Eating away at my security
From the inside out
Until I'm nothing but a shell
No feelings whatsoever
A replica of a zombie
Do an autopsy
You sure to find heartache
Nesting in my being
I don't want to live
I'm just a loveless vegetable

Animalcule


My epidermis crawls with these little suckers

I feel them nibbling away at my dead skin particles

A feast fit for millions of tiny kings in larva robes

I am a buffet for bacteria and here food never runs out

All colors of the rainbow all shapes geometric

traverse external pathways as I go about my day

My exterior itches constantly with activity uncontained

that is invisible to me and my naked eye

Even though I can’t see them on my surface

I feel them in places

I know that with every handshake

Every hug rub tug and tickle

I spread their kind onto other people and objects

Like parasitic prehistoric pupas they jump from host to host

Multiplying in layered cakes of unsanitary salts

My only recourse besides repetitive scrubbing of hands

is to douse myself in a liquid heaven

I am addicted to showers and that clean feeling

There's great satisfaction in knowing I’m drowning the little bastards

They flow helplessly from my body in deluges of water

pummeling from all angles in nrelenting cascades of liquid base

Yet these incessant little fuckers always return

The hungry animalcule find their way back to me

Soon my body is once again covered in invisible itches

and it takes all the energy I have not to scream

I Looked Away

     I wake up to the same feeling of sickness that I felt the night before. It is just as strong, just as ferocious, just as hungry, and I hate myself for its presence. It is only when I sleep that I am free from the churning in my stomach, as it sits inches from the back of my throat.
     It has been this way for weeks now, mornings of grogginess and nausea leading into afternoons intermittently filled with a sharp pain in my midsection, and cold sweats. This leads into the night, when the pain and nausea are so great that I can barely stand, and eventually I do pass out from the hurt erupting in my head.
     This morning is easier than many, as the nausea is only slight, and the pain in my gut has given me a couple of hours to myself before it awakes. I fear moments like these, because behind all the these symptoms, all the sickness rests memories waiting to be seen.
     A crumpled form lays on the tracks, birds and buzzards retreating from a passing train, unable to stop. Your eyes look at me, no matter which way I approach. They are always perfect, those beautiful blue eyes, even as your body is bloated and festering, and your face gnarled and curled. I used to not understand why that was, but now I know.
     The soul resides in the eyes, and in that single look you passed your soul to me, as your body was lost to the trains and the vultures. I am its new host, and it grows restless, demanding a new form.
     So I wake up again and again from the image to the pain in my stomach, a trapped and angry spirit lashing out day after day at the one who looked away.
     That is why I won't take anything, why I endure the pain, because the image that rests in my head, the look in your eyes is worse than all the nausea, all the sickness, all the pain. This is my curse, my punishment. I brought it on myself, my brother. I should have been watching you, should have kept track of you.
     The sound of the trains whistle pierces sharply in my ear. It is the same pitch as your screams. I tried to get to you, tried to save you, but I couldn't. All I could do is watch as the train come towards you. In that moment, you looked at me with those perfect eyes dotted with tears. All you wanted me to do was watch, so you would not be alone in your final moments. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, and I left you alone. I looked away.

Wow this is going to be a tough one to judge. Thank you to everyone who participated, lots of really great poems here.

I'm aware I can't win my own competition, but I feel this is perfect. I wrote it last night out of impulsive emotion because I was angry at the very definition of a parasite to society. Enjoy!

"Wretched Retribution (The onslaught of parasites)"


We fester in the minds of a pretentious breed  
Corroding the principles of a sheltered philosophy  
Raping the muse of anothers filthy monstrosity  
There's no compassion for a whore of prophecy  
Only retribution for a race of atrocity  
Just a skull fuck to society by a wrenched humanity  
I fucking hate you all  
We fucking despise you all  
Fall to your fucking knees and pray  
For a disgusting excuse of a people today  
The world has become a decrepit haven of deception    
Dismembered by the debauchery of shit and perception  
Unmerciful are the ways of mankind  
Deranged are the ways of the so called refined  
Gluttony is a truly rancid sulfuric taste  
The main appetizer for the disgraced  
A selfish breed will always overindulge  
A vindictive legacy will eternally divulge  
I am here to smite the parasite of civilization  
Misery won't be sacrificed nor will prosecution  
You are a disease of unholy integrity  
We are the ludicrous bastards of enlightened insanity    
I fucking hate you all  
We fucking despise you all  
Your day of reckoning has arrived  
Not a single maggot escapes alive  
Copulate upon my blade of damnation  
There's no honor left, no salvation  
Violence was priscribed long ago  
Malicious intent will now be bestowed  
What? Now all of a sudden you're not ebullient?!  
Now all of sudden you want to be emollient?!  
Fucking cowardly sheep  
Righteous ignorance weeps  
Death for all those who deceive  
Rot together in hell while you grieve  
I fucking hate you all  
We fucking despise you all  
   
 

I don't really give a fuck about a trophey, I felt the urge to share this, It is called "The Wretched Spawn"

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Submerged in the thick Darkness.
Thy amid violent vanity stricken whores of intolerable Cacophony.
His serpents make offerings
Unto his image and live among-st their own flaming pit.
 
His minions reptilians of horrific perception.
Devotee of thy life to the eradication of the undeserved wicked.
Devour the bodies of the damned wretched spawn
Blood hounds.. feeding frenzy.
 
By the flames of liquid fire  
They pour from their gaping mouths
And the Goddess Quetet which  
Sustained on the blood of the dead.
 
Eradicate, exterminate, the vile wretched spawn
Grown into impurity thy world be drowned
By the flames of the fire
His minions have bestowed, spreading the punishment, final dawn.
 
A world of flames, sole purpose of eradication
Exterminate, vile wretched spawn of his once loved
Singing the hymns of torment and mutilation  
To Their Master, the world slowly burns
 
The wretched spawn, burn.. flaming in the pit
Now in thy possession, wicked souls of thy damned
Rot in the flaming pit
The wretched spawn, rotting flesh of the spawn  
 
Hymning minions, endlessly hail to thy Master.
The world filled with the teeming parasites
Humanity.. the wretched spawn
Reduced to cindering and rotting flesh.
 
And the Goddess Quetet, feeding off thy life force.
Blood, raining, flooding, of all forms is the floods.
Endless pain, thy eradication complete.
The wretched spawn.. now a hazed version of thy past.

Ugh.. I'm going back and forth on two unbelievably talented writers.. needless to say this is a cut throat competition.  I will announce the winner at some point tomorrow.. I need some time to make a proper decision.

I adore Wing's literature :)

Agreed, it was a tough decision.. But she just has a certain aspect that's unique.

wo0000 go me

@Caliban ???? eyy fangirl time

i get unique a lot, ha, school reports, psychiatric assessments, i'm unique ALL over that shit

really i am so happy & you're all beautiful people :)