Burn Me,

piece by piece.

Burn my shadow,

and my soul.

I've been a parasite for far too long,

aren't you tired, my gracious host?

I've sucked enough blood out of you,

to turn into a big fat dynamite.

Cut me off your arm,

and off your heart, while you're at it.

Slowly, I shall stagnate,

smelling of your sweat,

and your love in bind.

You should see the stars,

sans my spectacle.

You should soar in the sky,

I won't hold you back.

Your frail, giving heart,

worthy of a million butterflies.

Shun me from your kingdom,

make yourself King.

Scatter my desparation,

let me flee with it.

Watch happiness running your way,

as my steps leave your threshold.