Parasite

Everyone's got a little parasite.
Wriggling, searching, burrowing, taking root in the mind.
Taking inch by adorable inch of control, each and every day.
Even so, I allow it to stay. It needs me, doesn't it?

I wake up in the morning, feeling it's influence already.
It feeds me thoughts of its own; to increase its reign.
"Useless. Idiot. Look at yourself."
Some of them I can't even make sense of. But it doesn't need to make sense, after all.
It just needs to be happy. If it's glad, I will be too.


I get up and go about my day, trying to ignore it.
It continues to do it's job.
Make it all a drag.
Feed on negativity.
And yet I let it remain. It's a necessary sacrifice.


The commerce is the usual.
Get on the dreadful subway, do my schoolwork, back on the subway, and begin to walk home.
Until, I notice someone else's scourge; on the sidewalk. Writhing in pain.
There's a gaping wound in his head.
His hand is bloodied.
He seems hurt with it missing, but.. somehow better.
I am horrified, and begin to run home.

..soon, inside my apartment, I can't get that sight out of my head. It just doesn't make sense.

Why would he..?

But what if..

..maybe.

The disgusting worm tries to get me to ignore it.
To let it take control once more.
But the thoughts are overwhelming again, my mind in a frenzy. I just can't take it anymore.
It feels almost wrong to even be considering this. And yet..
With an uncertain heart, my fist takes the plunge.



My hand is bloodied.
The deed is done.
For the first time in a while, my thoughts are peaceful.


Or.. am I confusing peace with quiet?