#leech
Stop leeching off my trauma
Living off my pain
Drinking my fear
Leaving your mark
Stop leeching off my trauma
Hurting my feelings
Leaving me weeping
Alone in the dark
Stop leeching on my trauma
Breaking my will
Corrupting our memories
With thoughtless remarks
by Darren Wall
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 7:06 PM UTC
Blind, deaf, and dumb,
The old one remained,
Just for her sake
How is he sane?
Tearing himself down,
Apart, strung out,
For all they can see
How is that man sane?
She’s cunning and mannered,
Like a snake to its foe,
Like a dog to its own
How does he remain?
She tears him apart,
Makes him undone,
For others to use,
Just til she's done
Then she’ll discard his heart,
Like the leech she is,
Like a parasite acts upon,
He’s truly blind, deaf, and dumb.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
those deep fangs
pressing upon pale purple skin
that poison,
damp on your tongue,
hitting the roof of my mouth
violently and persistently
you patronizing pain inflicter
with that wicked soul
pursing red velvet lips
drooling at the sight
of a fresh-blooded miss
the girl with a smile carved upon her cheeks
those golden-stalactite eyes
dripping rain residue on this coarse body
that cold-blooded smirk
impermanent generosity,
one side grinning,
the other frowning
you vile human
with hair oddly blond like blinding light
those fluids dripping from your lips
irregular breathing patterns
you’ve made this fever festering inside me
feel like happiness
you’ve made this uninhabitable cavern
into something so familiar one can’t quite place
you’ve made me bleed from these eyelids
and feed it straight to you
like i am some chess piece
in some childish game for you
but i cannot stand this
and no i will not keep humoring you
i will use this body
for something other than for you
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 6:25 PM UTC
A leech ***** blood,
As much parasites see…
Left carcass mud,
Rising my soul to be…
Jealousy round,
They know I’m a has been…
Places I’ve found,
Only I know happened...
Let them all talk,
Their bite marks in my skin...
I’m bored, they’re chalk,
Let lessons all begin…
**** me away,
Phallus to stay…
Aug 9, 2023
Aug 9, 2023 at 2:11 PM UTC
This is so infectious
and
disgusting.
My lust becomes nothing more than a
puddle,
and you become nothing more than a
leech.
With every drop,
this mastication leaves me feeling so
incomplete
yet
engrossed.
My body becomes a walk in for your
aromanticism,
but
The leech is never
full,
it is never
satisfied,
or
appreciative.
Instead,
This leech is
greedy
over the
consumption
of my
solitude.
Tho,
despite all the
begging
or the
crying,
I still feed into all the
lies
and
desperation
because the younger optimist I used to be would have love to become the representation of
joy
and
freedom
or live with
satisfaction
as the
leech
would hopefully be nothing more
than a puddle,
and I would be nothing more
than a person.
Jaydah R
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 8:53 PM UTC
I have a leech on me
and I can't get outside of it
I work hard for the blood I've given
to sustain my captor
I leech all I can from it
as it leeches all it can from me
reciprocated bloodsucking
a competitive transfusion
blood goes in me
and out the other side
cascading off the hospital gurney
belonging to my polyamorous annelid
who brays in good fortune
as the blood leaves my body
spilling on the floor
to be pushed down the drain
where it becomes nourishing water
rejuvenating sulfur-scented cannibals.
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 8:13 AM UTC
time melts into itself as this vessel loses its ability to distinguish between zones
where are we ?
am i with you ? are you with me ?
have my claws sunken in deep enough, yet ?
do your muscles ache from the words that have been screamed at you ?
a tongue laced with poison has sliced through your chest
but all i’ve done is watch you bleed
you’re quick to comfort the goblin beside you
their words holding confusing messages as they give their lackluster performance of how to help a friend
there’s no applause
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:42 PM UTC
I've lost the will to penned
the undetach cord
between real and fantasy
where I laze and daze
the uncomfortable feeling
until I become the ultimate leech
who ***** people
dry.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
sin adheres firmly
like a blood ******* vile leech -
doer never spared.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:57 AM UTC
You will be hated
Tormented through time
Importance granted
Debt to be paid
Leech, your meal will end
Not another free drop
Your abuse and hate seen
My tolerance burnt
Now listen or don’t
Your reaping has come
I will name you
Christen you:
Blight
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
Making new things old
Is what I do
I drain the life
Out of everything
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
I'm a flesh addict, sporadic, adrenaline, I love being alive
Feel my muscles pumping blood as I run reckless- overdrive
And I cannot wait for the day, I get to say, I had the strength to survive
Like alliteration of insanity, inside of me, I to I!
But my eyes would be deceived if I said I see life like it's perfect
Like a roller-coaster, going through the motions, twists and turns a better way to word it
Take a seat, and sit with me, maybe then we'll be, like minded
Instead of you, like a lost moose, in the headlights: blind sided
I hate pretending, so, here's my raw aggression
I would take a second, to ******* bash your head in
But I don't wanna get physical, with someone so pitiful
Let's just keep it minimal, and indulge the lyrical
On sighting you I feel ******
Pity, anger, and anguish
Bullied by this *****
A year my senior, having kids
I feel hollow like a steel pipe, hurting like a rough night
I pull my smile too tight, to the point I'm showing pearly whites
My mindset like, dynamite, my rhymes like, to takes lives,
Like a steak knife I'll carve you up
Eat these bullets, desperate lunch!
Now make no mistake
I sharpen dull blades
And I get carried away
****** serial, and maim
Just crunching numbers okay?
Nothing has changed
You're still the same old, same old
Here we go, another bomb falls!
Just an organic robot, blowing off steam
Of flesh and metal, robotic zombie
I see the cogs and the gears but I don't see a spirit
All I see is sheeple living lives like corporate business
Where's the fun in this? Leech the Government
Have a couple kids, and some funding with
A faded side ***** drugs kicking in
Go party hard with all your fake friends
You are not a parent, just a pa for rent
She is not a mother, just another chick
Using all that money to hit another fix
Coz you ain't cool if you ain't staying lit!
And that's just how it is, juvy and pregnant kids
People telling other people that their life's ****
Graffiti tags and spit, violence just a bit
Lost dreams and broken bottles, vanished innocence...
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
LIES
bestowed
the
offering
that drew us in
It
is
the
Zilch of Zion
on
a
Global stinge
in
a
Private
Jet
filled
with
Hinn's
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
“You’ve got a friend in me.” –Randy Newman
You spread your lies through the disguise you’ve
Mastered so perfectly. Your sticky, honeyed words had
Me tangled in your alluring web. Each thread smothers a
Different part of my mind and body refusing to see the friend
I once knew had faded away. My thoughts belong to the parasite in
My conscience, trapping the truth in the rotting shell of a new me.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
yr parasitic brain
doesn't understand things
without a beating heart
if there's a life to steal
you'll **** it away
but i can't blame you
you were born to destroy
anything with a pulse
including yourself
i'm not stupid
i see the teeth marks on yr thighs
have you got any more spine?
any more nerve to **** me?
i don't try to stop you
i hate the feeling of being alive too
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
sad boy;
what a pathetic
ploy
this is for my attention.
all you contrive
tastelessly
always lacks concession.
every word,
and image you fake
I reject, from my
possession,
for all you are
's worth less than this
effortless expression.
you see, my natural
creativity
surmounts your ****
impression
of the beauty of my work
and my powerful
transgression.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
Screaming at the wind.
Drunk in the shade;
The daylight is fading away.
Wishing today,
Could be any other day.
Sinking down deeper into my glass;
Waiting for another lifetime to pass.
Wasting away under a dying sun;
I break apart my mind every time I get drunk.
Hidden whispers tell each other secrets.
The misery appears; I never did manage to see it.
Now torn into a thousand pieces is the book I am writing;
I ripped it apart with such passion that I am becoming…
…something I never wanted to become.
I have lost all I had and now time is creeping upon,
My back; it hangs there like a leech that you cannot reach.
It licks at my wounds with a barbed wire tongue
And snatches at my skin with its razor teeth.
Soon I will be deceased.
Life is ***** used, broken and bruised;
I have become what I never foresaw in those happy days of youth.
Under a shadow formed by a tree I sat in peace;
Now with everything! I disagree.
Capture me inside you heart so I can find my way into love;
Without somebody to read all my writings,
I could never have written enough…
And I would be left screaming at the wind.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
I am not alone in my mind
The
Echoing corridors
Home to the unknown
Turning corners
Wondering
When I will run into something
Someone?
Or Some creature.
A leech
Taking advantage
Of my fragile thoughts
Feeding off of my insecurities
So I try to have none
I
Strive towards confidence like holy water
Dousing my consciousness in hope that I might convince them to leave
Or maybe I'm just trying to convince myself
And maybe the leech is self doubt.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
Today is your father's funeral.
Part of me
feels guilty for not being there
even though I only met him once
and you spoke so poorly of your childhood.
The other part of me
screams about how you broke my spirit
and robbed me of 6 months
of this precious life.
I'll never forget
the feeling of complete loss of control
that you convinced me
was all my fault.
**** my empathic soul
and **** you
for making me believe
I wasn't worth the kind of love
that I have now.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
Leech.
You're not welcome here anymore.
Time to find a new victim.
This one is drained.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
Like a leach you latch on
You think your bite is strong
Your annoying, that much I'll admit
Like a dog with an itch, trying to scratch off a tick
It's not blood from the vain
That you want to drain
But emotions from the soul
You want to leave holes
You've lost all of your own, so other's you seek
You have grown so very sickeningly week
But I've grown up in the abyss
That part you must have missed
I'm not what you thought
I'm not what you sought
I'm much to strong
For you to cause me harm
I will stand and scoff
As I flip your *** off
You have no rights
For you are nothing but a parasite
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
There is always a reason to why we feel a certain way.
Sometimes we do not express it because we are afraid to meet it face to face, we are scared of confronting the mere thing that makes us weak.
Other times,
We do not because we get too comfortable in our sadness, we become too familiar playing the victim
But regardless of what we choose it eats us up like how a leech nibbles on flesh and without expression your heart can never recover .
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC