Evil & The Li(v)es We Built

you creep unto me like a black plague's liquid, slithering with sense and purpose. your hollowness deafens chirps and stills the wind. you rush like a child without sense or care in a world of nails and broken glass. you savor their sting, you ignorant thing and revel in your sense of undirected and distorted pleasure. you're a leech with a conscience. suck while you think and think away their pain. revel in your own. i swear you'd drive me crazy if i weren't so damn set on myself. if you actually mattered.

but as one grows old one sees the ripples of the motions he has made in the water. the way it erodes the shore, grinding so slowly, subtly, but you've stared and seen enough. you notice the pebble's roll and the hole's concaveness. you feel your energy passed through adequately, trivially, cheaply. even ignored and untouched. i feel like a testament of time. my vines burrowing along the river banks changing growing, plaguing. i wonder who i sicken? sicken with hate? sicken with love? if they know how sicken i am with them too.