silent parasite

on a foul blanket of thought
lies a parasitic leech

unknown to the blind host,
it steals a mouthful of vital life

each day grows longer
as the spectrum closes

hiding in a place where
the devils cannot see
a silent parasite
steals the essence of another

hiding where it
cannot be found
the silent parasite
smothers a flame

wisps of smoke
where brightness once flourished

trail of ash
where sense once lead

drop of blood
where a leech once resided

hiding in a place where
the devils cannot see
a silent parasite
steals the essence of another

hiding where it
cannot be found
the silent parasite
smothers a flame

the silent parasite
takes without returning

leaving behind a
hole filled with emptiness

so many dreams
bled away to parasites

a silent parasite takes another
who is the empty?
i am not full

Copyright © 1999 Keith Simmons