Dark's Parasite Poem by Amos Greig

Your dark birth has long been prophesied,
My dark parasite needed yet twisted
Far beyond your original purpose.

You have shared this flesh since infancy,
Your dark touch has left its mark,
Ravaged my body stained my soul.

Sadly your parasitic presence is
Needed, serves a primary function,
A function carried out grudgingly.

That touch a constant reminder,
Flares, the rage cripples,
Draws blood, steals breath.

Entropy approaches our parting
Inevitable I wait for that day:
Torn, your functionality important.

A caged beast you punish:
Your host lashes out blindly,
Rage and pain all consuming.

I am consumed, clutch
Just below the ribcage,
Your prison,

God but there are days
I find myself asking,
Why life's parasite? Why birth?