Run
Run little fishbug on my floor into my hammond organ strewn about the front room.
eat unopened pastas and left out fruit/vegetables in an unwritten agreement that you will overrun us simple humans and one day outlive our holocaust.
Eat
Eat, overgrown Silverfish like a tarantula without webbing crawl on my sleeping limbs and impregnate my skin with your fecal matter.
Say
You'll stay with me forever in one form or another as a cancerous tumor in my hand from fecality and festering over decades of pointless lifetime. its too dark in here to see the big picture.
Though it doesnt matter anyways.
I'm staring at it up close.
