It crawls
Into your ear
- when you've finally laid down your head over the grass cooled and numbed by the evening dew -
And eats away the last remaining shred of reality
Right behind your nose
Right below your eyes

How wonderfully it itches

You can't keep your hands off

The moment you lift up
It plunges you back into that wretched world of fantastic dreams

Every morning you are late for your share of reality

This is the time
When it hatches the eggs - the sleep-bug -
In different corners of your head

Where they wait
Wait for the right time
To execute their master plan
To take over
To control

It's it
It's it

If you close your eyes
And close your ears
You can hear them speaking in their
Carnivorous tongue in unison
The anthem of corruption.