You are The one
Who makes me sick
Who makes my skin crawl with distaste
You are the virus
You are the parasite
That leaches life from others because you are incapable of living for yourself
You smile while they writhe
You are the one who made so many whispers cry out
" never again"
You are a plague
You are like a destructive culture
You pull things in around you
And morph and rot them in the process
You are a disease.
You are a home wrecker.
You are The Whore.
The Needy Friend
The Liar
The Abusive Father
The Negligent Mother
The Molesting Teacher
The Fake
The obsessive compulsive addiction to destruction
The Cry for Attention that wakes up the need to mother, that hides inside a good persons soul
Soul
The thing you lack
The space that was so sacredly set aside to be used as a womb for the soul is instead
Filled with Destructive pieces of garbage.
Creation
You break the things we need to breath
You force us to change them
You force us to reconstruct
The Virus is changing
You are the antidote
You are the burning infected injection site that reminds us to wash our hands of things that make us ill
Ultimately you are our cure
Don't flatter yourself
We always discard the injection needle