Parasitic Scream

These people are parasitic,

They crawl inside when you sit,

The parasites lay eggs and eat your insides,

Their bites create their generational wives.

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Slowly, you disintegrate, and appear overused,

The husbands disband and forget you.

Poor you, you have become so sick,

Yet, how come most people misdiagnose it?

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They pass and see that nothing is wrong,

You wonder why you're the tretch

While people sing and repeat the tests.

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Imagine people cannibalizing you,

People use, abuse, and misguide you

Slowly, this poor girl became the pest,

Suddenly, her muscles throbbed and squirted teary regrets:

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All they do is lay their eggs, plant their specimens and invoke their crimes,

The leech invades your mind

Like pesticides,

Don't people understand that they're nothing but ragged mites?

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Why was it her?

It should have been everyone else that had hurt her,

Why do these ground worms eat your insides?

Then spit you out and wiggle back to where they hide?

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She felt full and squirted out the specimen,

The gardener never took back the urine,

Instead, they wrap and push,

Bruising her flesh:

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Now, I beat them,

These worms are grabbed and forced open,

I am sawing the salty weeds

They no longer burn, only beg and shriek.

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Now, you wish you never crawled inside

There is nothing left that I provide,

The worms have made me hate your kind,

Humans are the worst parasites.

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Luckily, this great friend hides and now lives rent free,

I guess it sucks that you've attracted her disease,

And it goes unnoticed because people ignore the symptoms

Now, I'm the worm and you're the one sitting —

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It bleeds, bleeds, and bleeds,

Like the girl's wrist, which reflects her bloody pee

Now, your wrists are cut open,

And all you do is scream.