What are these things crawling over me?
Eyeless, wormlike, amorphous, shifting
Do they wish me ill or asunder?
Or have they other pressing matters
I can’t help but feel
They are slowly draining me
And have been since
My being came into existence
What are these things crawling over me?
Eyeless, wormlike, amorphous, shifting
Do they wish me ill or asunder?
Or have they other pressing matters
I can’t help but feel
They are slowly draining me
And have been since
My being came into existence