Waspmouth

you’re a hookworm in human skin stealing away the life I called mine

softest teeth making blabbering nonsense to hook into their attention

as the snake around your neck grins to hide how your taking what not yours

your grubby nubby hands reaching veins to open their doors

as hearts now open to one who will never be deserving

none of the damage of the others jaws touches your little head of soft marline

you maybe be the softest slug in the batch but you are seen in my suppression

stealing what I have chased and craved upon glass on greyed shores

they treat you like a freshly born cherub as if your worthy of ascension

as your whiny screaming voice raids my ears as you stay in a stage of fathering

as innocent as you are I can’t help but hate you as you poison my broken shrine

loathing you has become the normal now that I’ve made my want a religion

maybe I shouldn’t hate you but all will stay the same in your cancerous pores

you will forever just be the thing that replaced me just a better swine

as you go on into my spite your fresh wasp wings now limply fluttering

forever a leech to me

forever a pest to me

forever a thief to me

and forever a silken imposter to me


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