The Embrace of the Bugs

These thoughts that never stop,

Are going to take the control soon.

Don’t how long I’ll have to stand tall

But it keeps going on and on.

They are pretty similar to little bugs:

Follow you no matter the time or place.

Until you no longer have air into your lungs,

Until you can help but just stay in their embrace.

The worst is in bed, at night;

When you’re left all alone, without any protection,

Without pity, they’ll rip you out alive,

You’ll realize it’s not the worst part of the infection...

Quickly those bugs will turn into monsters.

Unbeatable snakes that stick to your skin.

From harmless they’ll become fearsome killers,

Wouldn’t wish them even on your worst enemy.

My mind is now nothing more than a battle field,

Of a resounding and painful defeat,

Had no other choice than letting them win.