There once was a man that lived off others.
Dragged around chains like blanket covers.
Strung from the ceiling and draped in red.
Wishing to anyone to be dead.
His life was nothing. His mind was less.
He longed for something, anything to regress.
Along came a creature, a sort of pale blue.
Teeth like razors burrowing into his soft tissue.
A parasite between this world and another.
Placed itself inside this worthless piece of meat with intent to discover.
Wrenched itself up off the chains, fell to the floor in utter pain.
Alive, or something like it. The parasite found a nice fit.
The body convulsed unnaturally and struggled to move.
Compared to before, the man wouldn’t disprove.
Walked through life like the little blue slug went through worlds.
Without anyone the wiser the madness unfurled.
Made the man better than he was.
Despite the fact his flesh had turned to sludge.
Bone apparent and muscle gone. No longer the man he was, so forgone.