You are not yourself, you see.
There’s something there beneath your skin.
There’s something there that shouldn’t be,
It writhes and tugs from there within.
There’s something there beneath your skin,
like hyphae under the forest floor.
It writhes and tugs from there within,
it partakes from your head like a reservoir.
Like hyphae under the forest floor,
strands that grow out from an ant,
it partakes from your head like a reservoir.
sprawling out to move your hands.
Strands that grow out from an ant,
life that feeds on other life,
Sprawling out to move your hands,
no ill intent, though causing strife.
Life that feeds on other life.
There’s something there that shouldn’t be,
no ill intent, though causing strife.
You are not yourself, you see.