• I am nothing more then a tick. Sucking away each ounce of blood i can from the families who take me in. A tick with no more desire then the rest. I shudder at my own reflection seeing only a bug. Seeing only a person who bring discomfort and disgust to the people who supposedly love me. What more do I have left in this world, other then a line of deaths and blood. I am nothing more then a tick sucking the life from all around. I despise what i am and yet can't change it. Desire, lust, envy, they are the only friends I know that can swallow me whole and show me comfort I only know. What am I but a tick, a thing that can only suck away things and give back only hate and desperation. Let the world see me hanging from the raptors, a tick swaying back and forth, back and forth, i shall not hurt no more.