I fuck everything I touch
I'm poisoned
Spiritually
Physically
Emotionally
And mentally
I ruin everything that's good
I'm turning to a pillar of salt
A stalactite
A can of cat
A veritable germ
A thorough creep
for now i am
No longer a man
but a worm
in a butlin's salad
I'm only harmless
As a bloated leech
When I'm all alone
And fast asleep.
27/05/17
painting "leeches" stolen from irina savina
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