My Doctors Were BeetlesOne day I got sick and I never got better.My Doctors Were Beetles1 week ago in Songs & Lyrics
My bones turned to jelly and my skin into leather;
until no crutch in the world could make me stand tall,
and my friends were all crayfish who helped me to crawl.
And my eyes fell into my skull.
That is to say there are no windows to my soul.
My limbs began splitting until 4 became 8.
Words clustered in bubbles till I could not relate.
And I gained a respect for the teeth of of the sea,
because nothing’s more sacred than the blood that you eat.
And my mind was just shapes of the food.
Meat is the language that my kind understood.
I crawled up to the land and my doctors were beetles.
They told me a story, beware of the people.
Their skin is so soft that they’d taken up weapons.
They believed in strange things like a hell and a heaven.
And they do not care for your kind.
Look not unto them for you will lose your mind.