The worms crawl in without a care.
They squirm back out when they're done there.
They munch on thoughts, chug down the brain
And when you're empty and your face is fain
They leave you suffering; wallowing in pain.
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Sounds of a Fish Attempting to Scale a Skyscraper
Poetry*Finished - first anthology in the Skyscrapers series* Hold fast onto life For it soon slips by. Find the things you love And hold onto them tight. But not too tight, For sometimes they leave Or find something more interesting To shove up their sle...
