Inside OF THEIR minds,
THE BLANK SPACE IS FILLED WITH A VOID
A BLACK HOLE OF KNOWLEDGE
SUCKED OUT
A REPRESENTATION
OF THEIR TREACHERY
THE WAY THAT THEY STEAL ALL OF THE THINGS
WE HAVE WORKED SO HARD TO ACHIEVE
THEY GET INSIDE OF YOUR HEAD
IN YOUR THOUGHTS
THEY MULTIPLY
AS THE BREEDING RATE INCREASES
THEIR ENERGY INCREASES AS WELL
AT MAXIMUM POTENTIAL
THEY WORK TEN TIMES AS FAST
AND AS THOUROUGH AS IN THEIR ORIGINAL STATE
The more they get
The more they crave
Leaving behind a shell so lifeless
That it actually radiates a negative energy
The gentle pulsings of the antithesis
Of life and activity
Not the dead, the unliving
This poem was inspired by the flesh eating metal roaches episode of the X Files. It made me think about an insectile, soul-vampire type creature.
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