Alex Arnot

Crawlies

Little crawlies all around,

Made flesh by an obsessed, compulsive brain.

Spiders, flies and wasps abound.

My fractured psyche chips away.

 

crawlies

 

On pipes and pumps and filling bins

My hands incessantly play a refrain.

No substance with which I sodden my skin

Can wash the crawlies down the drain.

 

crawlies, Crawlies.

 

Whilst the insects congregate,

My peace of mind is theirs to take.

They follow suit to claim their slave.

Discomfort soon gives way to rage.

\"Ira furor brevis est.\"

But the madness never lets me rest.

Vile, heinous, abominable worms!

I soak in chemicals to still my nerves...

Total insanity I keep at bay...

Little lies inoculate...

My dreams expire by light of day,

From quietus the crawlies rise again!

 

Crawlies all inside my skull!

crawlies

Rising up from every hole!

crawlies

Writhing, squirming, biting, stinging!

crawlies

Wash them all away.

 

crawlies, Crawlies, CRAWLIES!, CRAWLIES!!!!