Entomophobia

Scratchy bugs everywhere
In your hair
In the dark they crawl around
On your face and underground
And they scuttle on a million legs
To pick your bones while you’re in bed
And they crawl and they crawl and they’re not afraid of you
They’ll burst and they’ll squirm when you split them in two
Roaches and flies are nothing but pests
Maggots and worms are disgusting, no less
The worker ants rise to eat the queen
While the spider who hunts is a killing machine
Does it make your skin crawl? Does it make you feel sick?
Well, they come from the dirt and they’re far too quick
To chase them away or hunt them down
They’re bugs you see and they come from the ground
This planet is theirs
You’re nothing but food
When you’re dead you’ll decay
And they’ll feast on you
Exoskeleton breaks through crystal cocoon
Changes into something more
Winged doom