There are such things in this world,
Evil
Sinister
Shadowy
Vicious
And one has decided to live in me.
It's a parasite of immense dimensions.
It sickens me to think of it,
Surviving in there,
Stealing my place,
Invading.
And it saddens me,
Saddens me that I know
This thing will drain the life
From right under my eyes,
And eventually kill me - I will die
From exhaustion
For I will never stop fighting
To regain what it has stolen.
(c) Copyright - 5.17pm Saturday 30th August 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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