Mites

Brains were rationale, loving and kind,
she was convinced that was true
except with the mites got into your head,
her grandmother had told her about it
before she staring talking to plants
and insisted the moon was a home for witches.

If only her parents hadn’t been killed
in the car accident when she was twelve
then left in the care of her grandmother
until she acted strange and had to be locked way.

It seemed everyone she loved
ended up leaving her life,
family, friends even a love too,
they all faded like dying roses,
victim of tragedies that always left her crying
her heart convinced she was cursed.

Dead end jobs as waitresses
helped to calm the inner moans of loneliness,
yet she never forget what her grandmother said
about those mites and the insanity they caused,
it nagged at her more at nights
or when some hopeful lover
would just act nuts and she’d have to say good-bye,
somehow she held onto hope
through it all she’d eventually find happiness.

Now she has reached the end
a man she dreamed and wanted so much
had joined the memories that were gone,
faded passions that stole part of her life.

Alone in the night she started to feel
a tug on her own sense of balance
slowly her own mind felt slipping away,
but she couldn’t let those bugs destroy her
so she stands on this toes
even if all night
for those mites only could survive on your bed
just a little while
should you not lie down and let them inside.