As a cockroach, the ugliest parasite of them all
I am free, but pointless
Black antennas and beady eyes, they consume
The world is on fire but the bug always prevails
A grim reaper of destruction and chaos,
What have I become?
A monster of death?
A watcher, a listener, a schizophrenic creeper?
To be an addict’s last witness and give out his dying wish
We all collectedly suffer;
To always be alone and afraid…
I am grateful for new music. Listening to God Is An Astronaut ❤
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I like the imagery in this poem. Good work.
Thank you 🙂
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