Dreams of Bugs
centipedes roaches and maggots galore fill up my head and make me sore but little did I know they feed off my dreams my dreams about you where you are with me. they eat... and eat... and eat... because you're the rot in my brain the leftover trash the sweet candy canes though I'm not to be brash. these bugs will keep eating me until I dream about bugs and you are gone.
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