You are the pin that pops pretty balloons
You are the fist that takes the wind right out of my sails
You are a thief
You are the friend that no-body wants, the friend who whispers in your ear that things are really that bad
You burgle houses in the worst and most destructive way going
Your middle name is Twister
I don’t like you and I tell you this whenever I find you in my home, but still you keep coming.
You are everything in the field of viruses and disease
You eat away at the flesh of the internal
You are violent and forceful and oppressive and so damn quick. You arrive in a flash and leave in exactly the same manner, always on your terms
Your brother turned out so good, everyone is proud of him, what happened to you?
You are a natural disaster who breeds and resides in the bellies of the afflicted
Will you ever leave…
How many times can you smile at their pain, does it ever get old for you? Can you not find joy in flowers or fast cars or sparkly things?
Why so dark?
Are you really necessary in order for the light to remain?
Are you really claiming universal balance as your motive?
As I said, I don’t like you and I never will
And every day that you’re away, the fortress gets thicker; one day you may arrive in a flash and find us all impenetrable!
And I will laugh and laugh and laugh until you choke on my happiness.