Abnormal creatures,
Vanity wrecks & affects sanity that adorn our features.
Abhorred damn leeches, each is miniscule,
Colonised yet sodomised to seek/diminish rule.
Eek! A finished tool, four legs well adapted for leaping,
Putrid stench for a ruthless wench, re-enacting a greeting.
The female is the life giver,
Laying eggs which amount to a white river.
A slight shiver of movement may tickle the host,
& when they look down it's gone,
The fleeing beings crude trick is too fickle for most!
Blood trickles from post bites,
Vampirical mindframes which cower at most light,
Hysterical blind dames overpower the host's might
Their power is ghost-like
Feeding goblets as they cup flesh in their claws,
Best if you pause, got this?
*SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH*
Now the hosts bleeding droplets!
Feeding off flesh and raw meat, faeces, a small feat,
Host screeching 'Back, off freak!' ..
Human's crude guile is proven futile as the force eats.
..With fangs bigger than horse teeth!
Creeping by night to avoid intrusion,
..Leaping by choice to try infuse some,
Prying allusion, of a lacklustre human into crying, confusion.
The demon's can't be crushed between a palm,
It's a matter of keeping calm, and becoming a thinker, frail.
And mutilating the fiends by means of a fingernail!
Uh-oh, it's a stinker ; fail. As still the number might climb,
..As the female lays 500 eggs in under a lifetime!
Leaving blemishes in accordance with feeding rites,
Relishing sin, eventually slim ; larvae needing life.
All work no play for these leaping mites!
Try to fend off the loss of scarlet,
Wipe the blood, all thoughts reporting to thinking stations!
.....Mutter incantations coupled with crosses/garlic.
Winter comes, the parasites declare a truce,
Hibernating ; proving paradise is hair, it's true,
Lulling the host into a false sense of security,
Fencing with purity ; wingless flies bred in angst,
Silly fiend the doctor gives him cream ; host tells 'em thanks.
Just when you thought they were dead, the ranks?
Rousing action keeps them heading,
..For solace beneath your sheets and bedding.
Out of luck, FUCK! speaking of fear.
How do you kill somethin that doesn't eat in a year.