Parasites

All my life,All my days Wolves and sheep alike flock with me Like a magnet,they are drawn to me Like bees,they swarm around me. Sucking my honeycomb to Sahara Like mosquitoes,they bite and go but like Twist,they want more Vampires,what a befitting title. They've built roofless shelters Right in the corner of my pocket, the home of my juiciest fruit believing in its strong cover, when the rainy days roll in. They milk me dry with their pincers, Descending on my defenseless self Pouncing on my vulnerability Like a relentless leech, they hold on to my apron. Ripping me has become a hobby. Till i am as dry as the fig, my udder will be home to them. Venomous blood sucking parasites They will follow me to the end.