There are things beneath my skin,
Things that cannot get out
Things i cannot see
Through my body they move
They torment me
I scratch at them, they bleed out
I pull and rub and brush them away,
But their bodies remain
They rot into my flesh
And they burst from my arms and my face
My back and my shoulders
I can’t get rid of them
I can’t get rid of them
They have become me
I have become the Host of a colony
Of thoughts