Hey! What's that under your house.
A hole, a swirl, perhaps a spiral below.
It sounds a lot like humming bee wings.
Like a colony singing in harmony.
It feels warm when you get close to it.
A warm place indeed.
But I see what you have done here.
A sinister plot you scheme.
The hums are they.
They are coming.
Coming for us in this Hot month of May.
But they are not coming!
For they have already arrived.
In our lungs in our hearts they make us all die.
This hole, this swirl, this spiral below.
Has been around since the beginning.
Taking all of our souls.
Its what makes it whole.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
Hey! What's that under your house.
A hole, a swirl, perhaps a spiral below.
It sounds a lot like humming bee wings.
Like a colony singing in harmony.
It feels warm when you get close to it.
A warm place indeed.
But I see what you have done here.
A sinister plot you scheme.
The hums are they.
They are coming.
Coming for us in this Hot month of May.
But they are not coming!
For they have already arrived.
In our lungs in our hearts they make us all die.
This hole, this swirl, this spiral below.
Has been around since the beginning.
Taking all of our souls.
Its what makes it whole.
