Leeches

mindless clicking

thoughtlessly tapping

fingers know the keys

like lovers addicted to each other

with faces awash in screenglow

there is nowhere left for us to go

old and bitter and cranky

a waste of oxygen

we all make mistakes

but some mistakes are art

like a bad painting
that you can't stop drawing

bad decisions are stuck to my skin

like leeches, bleeding me every day

i pull at them, but they've dug too deep in

my fat friends feeding on my misery