I am hiding. And I can't finish any 

Thing.

I am hiding behind you.

Not allowing myself to speak.

Oh how we love you.

God, we love you!

You are the perfect interpretation

Of a human, of a 

Doll.

You are the perfect interpretation

Of anything at all.

I am not old enough yet

To weep

Or to speak,

Hiding behind trees.

Peaking at the idea 

Of a good face,

A pretty face.

Something I can't be

And find it hard to see.

Don't we know,

You are the perfect interpretation

Identification

Imagination

Magnification,

Of what everything should be.

If you repeat a word too many times, it doesn't even sound like language anymore.

I am a parasite
Living within you,
Destroying your insides.
You can't get rid of me,
You don't know that I am there.
It is I that makes you itch.
It is I that makes you cry
When you don't know why your sobbing,
You just feel as if your hearts been broken
In three.
It is me.
I am eating your despair.
Living off your sorrow.
Thriving as I watch you
Fall apart
And decay.
I am the parasite you hate,
Making you squirm.
It is I that whispers in your ear at night,
Driving you crazy,
You think your mad.
It is me.
It is I that sings to you in the silence
And the darkness.
You think its angels crying.
It is me.
I am the parasite you hate,
Stealing your stomach,
Stealing your mind.
They think your crazy,
You think your mad.
It is me.
I am a parasite.

Set Your Soul On Fire

You might feel a bit better.

Then again, you might feel a bit worse.