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...