Parasite Poem by Eli Eliasson

I know my hands will twist and turn
The safe world of yours will slowly burn
You must not stay - indeed you do not belong here
There is an act of destruction in all I do
I wish nothing but to keep that away from you

If I can save you with my own two hands
That would be by keeping my distance
By giving you what you need
So that you can be truly freed
From my affection,
Your darker reflection

Henceforth I will surrender
Destroy myself in every way
Thus what is left is what is good
What is left is what should

There will be an intense strife
Where one side will put its knife
In the heart of the other life
And live, for now I die!

Otherwise I am forever trapped
In this deadly grasp
Like a parasite
Which can never be good?

There should be a healing force
There should be a gentle divorce
I only parted from you to save you
Now I give you free
I give you me
I give you a knife
- made by choice -
Choose to take my life?
Thus nevermore
Will this parasite that you adore
No further disturb your senses