Strange
So so strange
Funny strange
Strange
Creepy
Creepy crawlies
Rar!
Did I scare ya?
Spiders
Lots and lots and lots of legs
Legs and tails and wings, now
Something warm, too
What are you?
What's visiting me?
In my bed
In my dreams
Are you there?
Is anyone out there?
No
You're all hiding
Hiding from the Sun
Hiding like you should be
Hiding like mice
Dust mice
What do I do?
Hide or run?
I can't fight whatever it is that's coming
Out of the dripping white shadows
With wings and tails and hundreds of legs
And ice cold fire
A mouth, surely, there are sounds coming out
Singing sound
A mouth but no teeth
No real teeth
Just a spiked tongue
And teeth made of broken bottles
What are you, oh singing thing of wings-and-tails-and-hundreds-of-legs-and-a-spiked-tongue-and-teeth-of-broken-bottles?
Are you an angel?
