My words hold no importance,
Glance at them and forget.
Ignored by those I worship,
Rejection's written on my skin-
A pale, fragile page.
I am a book, a worm-
A maggot birthed by flies of hate,
Trying to wriggle myself within
Your putrid, rotten flesh
But, you deny me entrance;
The world's so bitter and old,
I'm so alone, lying in dust
All contorted and curled.

No body wants to be my home,
Nobody hears my sadness call.
Hello? Are you there?
Please, pick up the phone.
I am just a parasite, without a host.
Something lost, that belongs to no one.

Ignored and alone,
Ignored and alone.
The warmth of the sun feels so cold.

-SLuR