Covered. Buried. Consumed.

Crawling flesh in the dark dare I look something's there Take a breath, take a look, nothings there what's to fear Eyes of eight on their heads, fangs and legs crawling over me Covered. Buried. Consumed. Thoughts of paranoia seep in Disrupting my mental peace Feeling them crawl but nothing is there Making me think I'm going insane Here I sit and I think how they crawl over me As I sleep making holes, laying eggs in my skin Eyes of eight on their heads, fangs and legs crawling over me Covered. Buried. Consumed. Trapped in a den of arachnids There is no way of escaping the horror that lies before me Paralyzed deep in fear Now I have been engulfed, helpless on the ground Crawl on my flesh a new fear is born Thoughts of paranoia seep in Disrupting my mental peace Feeling them crawl but nothing is there Making me think I'm going insane