Mind Games

May 20, 2008
By Michael Stanton, Rockford, MI

Mind Games:

I’m just that parasite
Lurking through your mind
Laughing at your every move
Waiting for the time
That you shall finally be mine

You stand their waiting
As I sit in the core
Of your very brain
I finish my infestation
Now you feel the pain

We shall walk through the yards
We shall stalk through the bush
Finding that one perfect crime
To take away the lives
Of that which is so Un-divine

Out of the bush
Stalk the little children
Watch their every step
And when its time to turn the corner
It shall be time to claim their heads

Now that we are through
You have no use to me
So I shall detach from your core
And watch you as you sit there and scream

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