All these…
I got bugs. I got bugs in my room.
Bugs in my bed. Bugs in my ears.
Their eggs in my head.
Bugs in my pockets. Bugs in my shoes.
Bugs in the way I feel about you.
Bugs on my window trying to get in.
They don’t go nowhere. Waiting, waiting…
Bugs on my ceiling. Crowded the floor.
Standing, sitting, kneeling. A few block the door.
And now the questions…
Do I kill them? Become their friend?
Do I eat them? Raw or well done?
Do I trick them? I don’t think they’re that dumb.
Do I join them? Looks like that’s the one.
I got bugs on my skin. Tickle my nausea.
I let it happen again. They’re always taking over.
I see they surround me I see, see them deciding my fate.
Oh, that which was once, was once up to me. Now it’s too late.
I got bugs in my room. One on one.
That’s when I had a chance.
I’ll just stop now. I’ll become naked and with them I’ll become one.

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