parasite...

i have a life...
on a tissue,
dead or alive,
it is not mine...

what is my fault?
living on the wound?
rejoicing someone else's blood?
born this way to live?

i was programmed to receive,
any antibiotic,
which killed my ancestors,previously,
i persist and spread the disease...

life sticks to me,
it's in my genes,
my life,
not worthwhile...
if i had a mind...
i would want to die...