Amputate them from myself.
Not masochism, but medically necessary.
Do I deserve such a relief?
They multiply, and strip away time.
Their mitosis is parasitic. Alien. Destructive.
This ailment leaches from me.
So glad to see you temptation...
One of love’s demons, life’s meanings
Darkness inundates this plane.
Lone light on what I’m craving.
Perched upon a ring pillow of velvet.
Distant from a vestal white, virgin pearl.
Far from what I need right now.
I don’t want to feel this lurking hostility!
Distracts my complete hospitality.
Stalking me like a meal, I can’t show what I feel.
Not until I break down and release.
Like an animal, on my knees at feast.
Only a small chunk taken from their population.
In mitosis they’ll be back shortly.
To start this destructive cycle again.