Michael McParland (7-19-1983 / Dayton, Ohio)
I feel a bite and nibble going at me incessantly
It's going to drive me to my final straw and go crazy
ripping clawing to tear off the flesh,
that's constantly needling my nerves and eating my body bit by bit.
I know it's there a colony of chomping blood sucking monsters
That are taking my body over by control.
Using my nerves to access my brain,
telling how to move and where to go.
All too soon they'll control my brain.
Controlling my thoughts and actions,
words I say which are my only true independent form of communication.
The doctors have assured me that medically there's nothing there,
That my bill of health is clean of problems and no worries here.
Doctors though are naive fools.
The colony of parasites is growing each day ten fold.
They're picking through each and every part of my boody.
I shower over and over just scrubbing hard.
Still I feel so slimey covered in their leavings
from my parts they've downed and digested in such full delight.
I'm returning to the doctors soon.
He's got to see them now they're layers thick on my body now.
The naked eye and regular man can see,
I'm infested with parasites and they're slowly eating me.
The doctors now I know he'll get right to action too,
when see such an infestation of pure filth and horridness
that makes me sick much more than you.
What is wrong with that doctors eyes and head.
How could he not see I'm being eaten alive by parasitic
creatures that soon will enter and control my head.
I'm ceaselessly amazed by their stubborn views.
To wait until the end to go to action with the best
most thorough treatment tools to use.
Well I'll not wait for the docs mind to see the facts,
when I get home I'm going to that drawer that holds the household items that can cut and stab.
And then grab the pack of box cutter blades so viciously sharp and will get those things to peel away.
I'm going to remove and cure myself from this
hoarding feasting infestation of parasitic creatures that took me over covered my entire body so I appear a hairy bug mutation.
I've been cursed and now my sanity and patience have gone and left. I'll show this maggots who's the boss.
I'll remove it all to the closet deepest levels I can go to rid my body of this foul disease begin to heal and feel clean.
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