I wrote this during my “angry period” after the end of a recent relationship. I’m not angry anymore, more like indifferent, but I still like the poem.



How dare you call yourself  human. 
You are a parasite.
You live and feed off your victims, contributing nothing in return. 
You are a bottom feeder. 
You lurk in the depths of hell and feed off the hopes, dreams and naivete of the innocent and the sinless. 
You continue to pick at the bones when the flesh is long gone then run off with the carcass so there is nothing left to bury. 
You’ve fooled many. 
I among them. 
You morph effortlessly so no one catches on. 
But when you’ve made your final transition it’s far too late to avoid the inevitable death of another soul.


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