L-O-V-e

Always I thought to myself In my corrupted mine away from everyone else They never found me there And as always inside my mind of evil twisted things Emerged a thought so pure, and maybe even innocent, so sickening all at once It was almost like a parasite Something often feared To live off the warmth and nurture of another, that didn't always know was there Funny how I thought it was like a parasite I considered this title many times due to the unneeded comments of others Lots of those other people liked to think of it as some kind of cute little angel that floated down from MY polluted sky through smoke and gas to greet with a warm heart I laughed at that It was a parasite A parasite And it was clear that they were infected Perhaps this angelic little parasite brought blindness as well It wasn't their blindness that annoyed me though, it was time and time that I let this parasire I thought I was immune from, come visit me It would bang on my door screaming with its pointed hooves and claws It demanded that I let it in it only wanted to stay just a little bit Just a little bit? Well alright You will stay for an hour or two and then you'll be on your way Whenever it actually kept its promise, he returned the next day at the same time Always with the banging on the door I could guard my house with rabid dogs and dragons, but he always found a way There were times where he didn't keep his promises I'd let him in and when I told him to go, he'd kick me out of my own house I kept my heart in my back pocket I always landed on it But I never took it out and put it somewhere else Always I thought to myself, why do I let the little bastard in? Why can't I walk around with my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears Then there's always that voice that answers me back "You think he's and angel too..." Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 11:00 AM PST   0 • 10