Life of a moth:

A fantastic disappearing act as I fall into my deepest slumber. My cocoon erected from the strange things that you mumble. Coming down from the psychedelic trip of birth, my wings are new and wet. I hastily fly around your lights and torment all of your cats. I want to crawl inside your dreams and slowly hollow out your head. So that you can soon forget about the awful things things I said.
I land on you and eat the clothes that you're wearing, I keep nibbling through your flesh and bones until you vanish, then I fly away