Centipede

Hammer to my skull Hope it makes a hole Mallet to my head Existential dread Nail into my knee Wish I could just flee Maggot on my tongue It hurt when I was young Feeling like an alien Never really fitting in Way too loud, I'd bounce around Sponge inside my brain Try and clean the stains Windex on my eyes Nowhere left to hide Mop between my feet Hard to keep it neat Spiders laying eggs In between my legs Creep and crawl Down the hall Behind that door A bruise not from a fall