they crawl out
silently
over the carpet
on six skinny jointed legs
they come out to
die
their tiny antennas feel the earth for one last time
their tiny eyes blink as the light surrounds them
the tiny creatures
forsaken by man to live in the shadows
only coming out into the day
when their eternal night
is most near
the bugs
crawl out
on six jointed legs
to die on my
carpet
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
they crawl out
silently
over the carpet
on six skinny jointed legs
they come out to
die
their tiny antennas feel the earth for one last time
their tiny eyes blink as the light surrounds them
the tiny creatures
forsaken by man to live in the shadows
only coming out into the day
when their eternal night
is most near
the bugs
crawl out
on six jointed legs
to die on my
carpet
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