a souls parasite

Maybe it’s the change of the seasons, the light laying lower at dawn and the chilled breeze that carries the autumn colors to their grounded end. The deadened stares and bundled bodies that skate this cities walks. Their summers dance at an end, now turn inward to find their solace. The cold, the chill numbs the skin and perhaps just a bit, the heart. Sipping soy, fat free, plastic lattes, giving artificial peace, false hope for the soul, this replacement sun, this replacement lover, bogus blue tooth comfort for the masses, numb, deadened, silicone being, drink to your soulless delight. Stretched skin and clothing to match, decorated face and lifted lips, bleached fang, plastic painted eye and tucked tummy. A souls parasite, long legged stalker, quick tongued talker, who will you sink your filth into, whose your pray today?