Amputee

by monk   May 27, 2010


I am like a foot that has fallen asleep
My feelings do not flow like a blood vessel that is entangled
On the exterior I look and seem normal like a polished toe
But beware it is just a show to draw you in
When the polish starts to chip you realize this
But it to late you have gotten to close
Now I am inside you I am all you can think about
You shake me to try and wake me but there is no response
You won’t let go even when I say so
What you fail to realize is that I am only like a foot that has fallen asleep
But in reality my true nature is an incurable disease
I will consume you devouring you to your core
The only way to survive is to become an amputee

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