#susceptible
Oh flesh of mine
Why are you there?
So susceptible, fragile,
Like a piece of fabric
Oh flesh of mine
What are you for?
Just a piece of meat,
A limit of its own
Oh flesh of mine
How do you work?
You scratch, bleed,
Break, and hurt,
Oh flesh of mine
Oh flesh of mine
How do you survive?
Such cruelties there are
Oh flesh of mine
Why do you suffer?
Why do I suffer?
Why do you limit?
Why do you hurt?
Oh flesh of mine…
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
Loneliness and depression are like parasites,
adapting to their new host bodies
They will cling to anything that it can.
Something with an open wound,
someone weak in the flesh - susceptible.
For these are their preferred feasting grounds,
and I’m their favorite company.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC