Parasite

Spawned by the deep crevices of love, but never loved his self, he would lull through the days paranoid-to a psychotic state of mind. Slouching in his huge black over coat and phishing in his pocket for something not yet there, he attracted the sort of attention from people that often led them to create distance from him.1

Staring off into the crevices of the Manhatten sidewalks as if they were a series of cities unknown, one wonders many things about this man-of which none are true. Why is it that I should be so keen to introduce hims this way? Perhaps I feel it is necessary, or perhaps to me this is how he is known; for I lurk in his shadow like a nocturnal creature feeding on his essence-the sinful aura. 2

Yes it is true, I feed on his sin like a youthful child on a piece of candy. Oh yes I love it when he lies even more when he swears, for the more sin he commits the stronger my hold over him becomes until it becomes so strong it devours his immortal soul completely.3

I have made him do so many things, pleased my master in so many ways, that his soul is almost consumed by me. Ah I remember many things I've made him do, but the one I the recieved most reward from my master for was the reaping of the innocence of a young altar boy in the most influential cathloic church in New York City.4

In fact it was my first task that tied my to this man; that bound him to me. You see he had always had the urge to do it, but it wasn't until my spirit essence placed the sinful pictures of a bare boy child into the trash can behind his house for him to find, that he knew he could do it.5

That was the easiest task I had ever done, sure I whispered in his ear and egged him on; told him he could do it. However, that is not why my master was so pleased with me, for you see unlike the rest of my kind, I told him how to frame the higher priest of the church. So as his shadow I got him off the hook, a sinful man, and put an innocent holy man in prison; where he was later killed.6

I do love my job the only thing that can ruin me and my existance is the angel that warms his soul, but hey if your host is having as much fun as you why would your host listen to a little voice inside his head that may or may not be an angel?7

Boo yeah!8

You can't answer can you?9

He he I win!10

"why don't you stop for a second and look at yourself, do you like what you see? You were a good man once, you believed in the holy God, but now you have turned your back on him. You should make peace with your self and through that make peace with God. God has not abandoned you and if you listen he will answer your prayers."11

Pipe down you little pip squeak, he doesn't hear you and frankly you are annoying me with you talk bout forgiveness and stuff.12

"God is not your enemy and you know that, if you right what you have wronged and go back to him, he will accept you with open arms."13

Pleah! Open arms who is that pip squeak kidding? I'll tell you who no.........14

( A light shines on the man he seems to hear his heart speaking, the tiny voice inside his head is right and the shadow of sin falls off the man's shoulders and he runs following the light to the police station where he turns himself in.)15

"How is that for a pip squeak you dirty over coat?"16

Oh do you ever shut up, man I i might be glad that I lost his soul if you never open your squeakin mouth again; damn. Oh well there are plenty of other people out there; plenty more souls to take.