peeking it's way out a pore
grinning madly at the sore
left behind to replace
the gaping hole that is your face
getting stronger with every sip
of juicy plasma from your lips
tie up your face with it's caress
infect your visage with wormy death
it's not symbiosis
it's not psychosis
it's parasites
become it all
twirl yrself up
make a living
in a tepid cup
eat brain for breakfast
with a spoon
till the next in line
decides to eat you
it's not symbiosis
it's not psychosic
it's parasites
parasiiiites
where's the vermox?