Libby

Cling on to that dream, with the blood under your fingernails.
Clutch that stick shift, floor that pedal until you crash into a wall.
Sit and stare at the open sky until the sun blinds you into whiteness.
Think and hope, love and wonder…you are the maker of your choices.
Serenity and placidity…security and safety…rest in these comforts,
Before they’re taken from you.

Stride forward, with steps of a giant.
Reign shadows on the earth with your ego.
Keep going to the light, like you’re dying.
If you ever stop, I’ll grab you by the spine and rip it out.
I want you to get far, far enough so I can leech off of you.
I am a parasite, your blood is my life force.

You have others…young lust…
I am a shivering malnourished wildebeest, licking you asshole for food.
You run off to the black corners of earth, with young lust.
I am lying here in the filth of myself. I have begun to rust.
Come back…come back to me…I will help you reach your dreams.
I’ll paint the walls a picture of you with the blood under my fingernails.
It will look just like you…better, even.

I don’t want you, I can make up my own ideas.
I can start my own dreams, run them into the polluted earth,
Until I pick up their lifeless corpses and cry onto their rotting skin.
You can’t have me, you don’t deserve me.
I’ll have monkeys running my country,
I’ll let other parasites lick me clean, so I am nothing.
Then I’ll come bitch to you.