Host

Again and again

It winds ˝slick/lix-like to have a fire site˝

Perilous thorn in my brain

Parasite nimble with ˝convulsed streams of ~ ˝ plasma

Nestles, sure of entry, in my brain

It breeds

It sweats

It burns

It lives

Piece by piece, it knows me, and I know it

Just when it comes and when it goes,

It stays ˝by me˝, in secret, all alone

Whenever I do what it drives me to

It takes a little piece of me and burns it

As a tribute to its god

It breeds

It sweats

It burns

It lives

As its temple and its victim,

My blood runs on marble floors

Just like some insane circulation

Back into my corroded heart

By then I realize

There’s just one door

One door, unlocked

I open the door, and...

It breeds

It sweats

It burns

It lives