Every year the mosquitos come back to feast.
They make home in spare water and lie eggs.
The mosquitos feast upon our acidic flesh with envy.
Have you ever wondered why the mosquito keeps returning to feast upon us?
Perhaps our flesh is tough and a challenge found enjoyable by the insect.
Maybe the mosquito finds  pleasure from our blood.
Maybe we have a unique taste thats mesmerizing.
Perhaps the mosquito returns every year to feast upon us in envious pity, for even the mosquito knows a numb life is a lonely life.
There's comfort in the mosquito, the mosquito has hope.
Unlike the mosquito I dont possess such a thing. I am meaning less & beautiful. A corpse, I am cold and dark.
My blood is as Cold, as the mosquito.