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The little worms beneath my skin Control my muscles, make me sin. The crickets and locust behind my eyes Control my thoughts and my body complies. The spiders live inside my bones, Like hollow kings on hollow thrones. And beetles in my lungs and throat Steal my air and musical notes. Butterflies float 'round my stomach, I'm sure, They aren't the problem nor are they the cure. Ants and termites in my veins Flourish while my blood still drains. My teeth have turned to hornets too And sting me when I'm kissing you. At least our scorpion tongues don't touch. The poison would be far too much. The centipedes still don't know where to go So they crawl through my guts and continue to grow. My heart is a hive for all of my guests, A sickening hotel inside of my chest. I want to escape, but I can't get away, My body's a prison until I decay. Take my skin off, give me peace, Slice me up, give me release. I'll spill my life in front of your face If you'll lap it up and take my place.
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Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
Bodies and Insects
The little worms beneath my skin Control my muscles, make me sin. The crickets and locust behind my eyes Control my thoughts and my body complies. The spiders live inside my bones, Like hollow kings on hollow thrones. And beetles in my lungs and throat Steal my air and musical notes. Butterflies float 'round my stomach, I'm sure, They aren't the problem nor are they the cure. Ants and termites in my veins Flourish while my blood still drains. My teeth have turned to hornets too And sting me when I'm kissing you. At least our scorpion tongues don't touch. The poison would be far too much. The centipedes still don't know where to go So they crawl through my guts and continue to grow. My heart is a hive for all of my guests, A sickening hotel inside of my chest. I want to escape, but I can't get away, My body's a prison until I decay. Take my skin off, give me peace, Slice me up, give me release. I'll spill my life in front of your face If you'll lap it up and take my place.
© 2010 Caleb Elijah Price. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
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Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
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