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.