out of the daylight,
out of the bright walls of my mind,
out of the clear blue sky,

it creeps out on ten legs
it creeps out on beetle’s feet
it creeps out on the shores of my mind

looking at me it smiles it’s dark smile
looking at me it sees the fear
looking at me it knows

jumping up it begins its first steps told me
jumping up it extends its wings to show its power
jumping up it takes the last bit of hope I had

on top of me it does not speak
on top of me it does not attack
on top of me it only stares

in my soul I feel its truth
in my soul I feel the sun hot on my face
in my soul I feel the message it sends

my brain acknowledges it means no harm
my brain acknowledges relaxing and calming
my brain acknowledges death as it comes

what is left is a body without a heart
what is left is a brain without a mind
what is left is a corpse without purpose

the insect king came from within me
the insect king came from the good parts not the bad
the insect king came and went and left me as I was

I am now rotting and yet growing
I am now a child of my murderer
I am now the king of death who fears
only one thing:

being brought back to life,
and mortality,
and morality.