G infested

Just woke up in the middle of the night, with the song More than a Woman in my head

I thought of being next to you, of waking up with it in my head, of singing it next to you

So I sang it out loud to you

Instead of lying next to you, I was on my bed

I’m sure I heard one of those leeches yell out from somewhere, “You’re not even gay,” as they do in order to suck up

As much of my energy as they can

And I’d only just woken up

I can’t wonder, “Who?” One would ask that of a human being with self-awareness

The question is, seeming human, tho not entirely – what is this new parasitic human being?

This parasite attacks the vulnerable centres of self-love

Feeding off your self-doubt and my light

Not that I don’t have self-doubt, or you don’t have light

But if it attacks us, there, it attacks our attempts to find each other’s way, our way toward each other

To be the source of our own love

By attaching itself as a caring friend with “arguments” against me

It keeps us separate and manages to draw from its source

Our mutual love

In this manner, this creature has learned to use our love as its energy source

And reproduce itself, only ever itself, it can not produce anything else

Attempting to make our love as negative as itself

Every time our love resists it, it reproduces itself in this way, domme morrigan

And, seemingly human, finds a caring guise or new “argument”

Under which it can reattach itself

I have just described an evil spirit that feeds off negative energy

So I just woke up in the middle of the night

Tho I thought of waking next to you, I woke up with you in my head

I awoke on my bed, singing to you