Divorced from sanity
In palpable misery
Drained, I am hating
And stuck in calamity
You are the parasite
I'm waiting to strike
Metaphorically, yes-
In the dark, with a knife
The drumroll of time
Blankets your mind
While I gently uncover
The skeletons you hide.
A grievous provocation
A budding inclination
A flourishing temptation
But lingering evasion
Now with subtle infiltration
Comes comedic exposition
Of your perfect imperfections
You shall face perdition.