Mosquito
Am I really such an insult to those around me?
An abomination that all who look upon, to view in regret.
I am starting to feel the weight of all this
Carefree days have never been in such a bountiful supply
And I am denied what I work for
I hold this now against my chest
And hope my heart still pounds for a few moments
Before It explodes
My eyes are starting to tear and I just cant adjust to any of this
This melodramatic move of life flow
From one watching eye to another
I guess I learn the value of being alone
Of Independence
and Life after disaster
I look up to the sky and beg for strength one again
Patience is what I so direly need
Maybe some understanding?
Of all these whispers of nonsense
Plots against my actions
But apparently
I lack thereof
So...
What of this nothingness
Little mosquito
Buzzing buzzing
Busily plotting
In the ear of my birth giver
A push or a pinprick
And you may just start the bloodflow
Opening the floodgates to receive something you cannot tighten your grip around
So keep taunting me with your fake greetings of joy and warmth
But my dear mosquito
You are just a pest
Who is buzzing around the wrong shoulder
And knows nothing of the victim
Of how much trouble you're causing.....
An abomination that all who look upon, to view in regret.
I am starting to feel the weight of all this
Carefree days have never been in such a bountiful supply
And I am denied what I work for
I hold this now against my chest
And hope my heart still pounds for a few moments
Before It explodes
My eyes are starting to tear and I just cant adjust to any of this
This melodramatic move of life flow
From one watching eye to another
I guess I learn the value of being alone
Of Independence
and Life after disaster
I look up to the sky and beg for strength one again
Patience is what I so direly need
Maybe some understanding?
Of all these whispers of nonsense
Plots against my actions
But apparently
I lack thereof
So...
What of this nothingness
Little mosquito
Buzzing buzzing
Busily plotting
In the ear of my birth giver
A push or a pinprick
And you may just start the bloodflow
Opening the floodgates to receive something you cannot tighten your grip around
So keep taunting me with your fake greetings of joy and warmth
But my dear mosquito
You are just a pest
Who is buzzing around the wrong shoulder
And knows nothing of the victim
Of how much trouble you're causing.....