Entomologists

I hear humming

Buzzing, buzzing

Today marks one long dream

Burrowed deep inside

Sallowing faces

Leaving me behind

They talk about me, see?

I can hear them

They call their friends

Entomologists

Knock on wood, but I'd rather stay alone

And isolate intuition from unknown

You've bent my world, now, I'll never figure out

What it means, when I see, infestations in my dreams

Today marks two long dreams

Festering away

Sallowing bodies

Crawling on all fours

They talk about me

They get in real close

They call themselves

Metamorphosis

Knock on wood, but I'd rather stay alone

And isolate intuition from unknown

You've bent my world, now, I'll never figure out

What it means, when I see, infestations in my dreams