A dripping liquid
A tapping sound
Creepy crawlies
Running round and round
They scurry over
They hurry through
Burrowing in my eyes
What's a corpse to do?
I think I wish they’d leave
And stop inching up my sleeve
Stop wriggling in my hair
To be all alone.
In a box...
but thats quite a scare
Or maybe I don’t...Perhaps they won’t...
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
A dripping liquid
A tapping sound
Creepy crawlies
Running round and round
They scurry over
They hurry through
Burrowing in my eyes
What's a corpse to do?
I think I wish they’d leave
And stop inching up my sleeve
Stop wriggling in my hair
To be all alone.
In a box...
but thats quite a scare
Or maybe I don’t...Perhaps they won’t...
