Worries take control of my vulnerable mind,
like mosquitoes colonizing my brain.
The swarm feeds on logical thoughts,
fulfilling their monstrous pleasures.
The parasites bite and suck until
they've made my conscience their home.
My body is under their command.
Lilac flowers bloom
in Spring a chorus of
bouquets that turn into
a vulgar show of vanity
pulling vomit from my stomach
Winter trees that once seemed quaint
remembering Paris streets
where my feet have never stepped
now stark naked to the eye
drawing sympathy from havi...