they're coming in they're invading they're everywhere and don't they know about the stories i read when i was wee small readin' the stories what were nightmarish with eyes pictures invading oh they know they know they know everything and all.
he had passed out dead asleep and here i was drinking back leftover his beer because what's the usin' in wastin' am i right and with nights' last cigarettes when all of a sudden i seen 'em in windows and sills and edges and shells creepin' and twitchin' and back'a'forth scuttle scury into rooms and beds and dreams what once were mine but no not now but for now i'm safe and for know i'm mine but afternow is another story because it's always another story when the mind inside starts to remindin' of current situations what start to remindin' then back again of a mind inside and worry frustration shutdown starts to remind that's it all gonna be over and all too soon when the room starts to feelin' like the insides and every little tingle twitch on skin starts to feel like the end.
if i don't wake up in the morning i want you to know it was not because the bites devoured me. it was the sensation of being covered and suffocating when i opened my mouth to scream.
... to all and every a post script to an already post scripted:
wake up in the morning. please. wake up fighting every invasion and every hereafter and just please so.
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