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..like sickness
the thought comes back
climbing the stairs of reason
endless path
locked away from knowing
the right recipe for never slacken yearn
like forgotten memory
it confuses the rhythm
the pulse of my chosen I
it roars and cries
silent and tense..
Like a virus needs a body
As soft tissue feeds on blood
Some day I’ll find you, one day I’m there
Like a mushroom on a tree trunk
As the protein transmutates
I knock on your skin, and I am in
The perfect match, you and me
I adapt, contagious
You open up, say welcome
Like a flame that seeks explosives
As gunpowder needs a war
I feast inside you, my host is you
The perfect match, you and I
You fail to resist
My crystalline charm, you do
Like a virus, patient hunter
I’m waiting for you, I’m starving for you
My sweet adversary
My sweet adversary
My sweet adversary
