The bugs that are thoughts Cling to the light that is my brain They swarm to no end Small bodies full of pain Fingers remove but they always return magnetic wings flap Light their only concern Pesticides ineffective The light starts to strobe On off on off Beady eyes probe The glow it gets weaker Darkness creeps in End all and rip it out **** the source from within But the wirings too strong The goal is no use I bang at the switch A desperate truce Stumbling in the dark is how I’ve learnt to live The light is unstable The bugs i forgive
Maybe soon i will be covered in the blazing light that was lost How much will it take? What will it cost?