Terminal
Dirty little things/
inside me/
scratching at my belly/
eating my guts/
and soon - very soon - they’ll/
seep into my heart, brain, lungs/
enter my core and I’ll
die, shitting myself soon after.
Dirty little things/
inside me/
scratching at my belly/
eating my guts/
and soon - very soon - they’ll/
seep into my heart, brain, lungs/
enter my core and I’ll
die, shitting myself soon after.