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Pesticide

Do you feel worms inside your brain?
Sifting through the tomb they've claimed.
Leaving trails of rot and slime
Growing fatter with stolen time.
I feel them feasting on my mind...
Their devastation won't be kind
If only I could simply find
an internal pesticide.
Can you feel them twist and pull?
Like magnets dragged along your skull.
I can feel them shift and sway
Their maggots eat my life away.
I can feel them move in groups
Pulling tissue at its roots.
Aching as an infected tooth.
A filthy, stinking, chicken coop.
I can feel them slithering.
Like a fire billowing.
A broken crown, a fallen king
The feeling is so sickening..
Can you not feel them revive
your breathing corpse that has not died?
I wish that I could run and hide
from this illness that's inside.
Do you feel worms inside your brain?
Or have I simply gone insane?
I feel them just as real as rain...
Maybe I should ask again...