I bleed into my pen and leak my sorrows on the pages. I shudder from the movement underneath my broken skin. They bite me, they eat me, they **** me from within. They crawl so subtly these monsters in my body who feast upon my sin.
Insects have invaded the safe haven Of my home Wood warped from an endless squall They slink through the cracks Crawling on the walls Product of neglect and, A refusal to suture open wounds I spray and Raid them away, like The Nuclear Option ever solved a problem I train my gaze to look the other way See, sunken minds can forget for days but, When I sit and stare I see them polka dotted everywhere Skeeving, dry heaving and pulling out my hair Cold sweats as I am combing through my bed The critters have crept and nested Deep inside my head All my worrisome thoughts Have kept the insects fed
Lovlee ladeebug, ye'll nae be flien hame, Ye're a fine wee red beedel Tha nipp'd me fleshee arm. Ye've nae hame afire, Ye've nae wee ones alane; Ye bit me lovelee ladeebug, 'nd ye'll nae be flien hame.