i can see you,
while i'm on my deserted island
you're on a makeshift wooden boat
waving to me, yelling at me

and i hope the wood creaks
and breaks
and your boat sinks.

i burnt all my bridges in fear of you
but you,
in your sick sense of determination,
took the plunge.

now you stand on the beach barefoot
your dyed green hair looks like seaweed
and your smile is deafening.

'i want you gone,' i say
but you twist it and hear
'i love you.'

i want to do something drastic
to prove you wrong.

i do not love you,
i have never loved you,
and if you'd please watch me sink
to the bottom of the ocean,
it  would be nice
to hear a goodbye.

my mouth is growing thorns
while my head holds flowers that wilt
and my back bends its spine in unfathomable ways yet-
it does not break.

there’s a evil growing inside me
it twists and turns and mauls my body into bits
while on the outside all is fine
chaos hidden in what should be perfect.

i cannot move or breathe
or even think about the pain
else i succumb and my body decays.

it’s living through me and it knows nothing of mercy
feeds off of my pain
and i fear with each day
it might be growing stronger.

i yearn for the days that this parasite did not infect me
when i could move freely, sleep peacefully
now i am a stranger to my own body,
a shell of disease.

oh, how the songbird sings
in return for a little favor
it’ll sing you a sweet symphony
to forget your sorrows
whatever troubles you have taken
will be washed away by musical notes
a ballad of love, life and death
tap your feet to the rhythm
although this story is not new
in fact, it is about you
and the songbird sings sweetly
your greatest desires
your fears, emotions
troubles and perils
and it’ll sing your future
and when the song ends
just remember,
your time is almost up.