Parisitic

I
The mystery draws me in
to tear me up
to push me down.
I get so high, i cant feel it
II
my thoughts are my sin
placing me atop my crucifix
to rot eternally in the hell
that is myself
III
the bodies intertwining
the scratches bleeding
my brain contorting
i plant my seed.
IV
i live to be young
to want what you want
to shake at your skin
to shudder at your touch
it is my affliction
that i think too much
it's too late for me now
im sewn to my crutch
V
ink on the tougue
thats stabbing us both
someone should write down
the last words i choke
im feeling down
since i've been awake
i prey the lord to fall asleep
i pray the lord my soul to take

-alexis anne nichole