I was a creator, a destroyer
A sinner, a God
I was a parasite, glued to your head
Digging my way into your skull
A toxin swelling in your mind
You were a cliché
And there I was--bitter baby formula
Floating in a bottle
You consumed every drop
Your puckered lips,
Your sickened, uneasy eyes
And I flew out of your mouth,
A mass of rancid liquid
I laughed and said,
"Can't you see who I am?"
But you couldn't
I am the fly you hear but cannot find
I am the lie I told you I wouldn't tell
I am alive and breathing inside of you
And you keep hitting and missing
As you clumsily throw punches my way
Now you are suffering
Writhing and alone,
Back to what you were
And I am burrowing in the arms of another man
In the bed we once shared
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