Every Time I Die:Host Disorder

My cancer came knocking. It was dressed to the nines.
So I peeled back my skin and I let it come inside.
But it won't leave, though the guests have gone.
No, it pours a drink and requests another song.

Now it sleeps in between us.
Splits and doubles in size.
Apes my nuances of desertion, lust, and arrogant pride.
And it drags me out of my head.
The plague is now empowered.

My cancer waved torches. Broke the lock on my door,
But I was powerless to refuse it anymore.
Is everyone comfortable? Is everyone having a good time?

My friends are all vampires.
Come to drain and transform.
I kept the window cracked and the light on.
Kept the leftovers warm.
Maybe I make myself sick.

Make me give a damn, and I will be with you everywhere.
I will open the sky.
I will follow you into hell.
Kill everyone in our way.

Open your heart to the snake oil peddlers.