Parasite

This is my plight,
I lay claim to your bride, your children.
Their eyes and their ears, for who can resist me?
I feed on your sins, it tastes of your guilt.
The endless cycle of a burdened mind, this is my plight.

How can you call this your best effort?
Why do you not fight back?
Why are you claimed by burdens of vices?

Do they fill a void? Does it make you feel complete?
You've fallen into an abyss of deepest sorrow.

Heal your broken limbs, mend your severed will.
Forget your pride to climb your way out.
You call me a deceiver, I am a parasite.

I am the reflection of your minds desire.
I embody your eyes addiction.
Follow me to be at ease, to live without conviction for your crime.

I am the king of decadence, a coward's reason.
You look back at your life, just to see the destruction you have caused.
You have caused this, not by my hand, but yours alone.

This fatal flaw, your fatal flaw.
It will become you, it will consume you.

I've seen His greatness in the smallest things.
This breathing machine with free will and desire.
We live within the shifting time, that grinds us to dust.
And in the end will we transcend our former reality,
Or will you never escape it.

Cast down your pride.
Liberate your afflictions.
Ease your tide.
Breathe again.
Ease your tide to see you're closer to the shore.