the eschewing of leeches

i allow my siblings to feed on me.
a shut-in is only what i seem to be.
these boards and nails keep the hands from reaching.
a argument inside this house is now breeding.

i allow the dead in to decrease the living.
to survive in one piece means to encourage feeding.
trails of blood lead to the door i am needing.
i sit and wait for the creeps to stop creeping.

trails of blood lead? but wait! am i bleeding?
nay, but the stains on my boots are misleading.
a weapon it seems in my arms is done breathing.
the last of my peers i took down...
now they're eating.