The Bedbugs

I can hear violence creeping in
Through the mattress on which I'm sleeping
Baby the bedbugs have marked you
Their latest victim
They're on the clothes that I wear to work
Through the office I'm hearing whispers
They'll send me away for fraudulence
I won't bother resisting
I can feel a hand upon my thigh
Haven't shown him love for a little while now
He said "My baby, you're so angry all the fucking time"
And I don't do skincare
I'm already stable
I don't need to drink myself under the table
I'm gonna lie here
And wilt away in my bug ridden cradle
This is an outcome from regular eating
And regular movement
And regular sleeping
And I ate my greens but I'm still feeling squeamish
From regular routine without any meaning
And they wanna desensitise me
God please don't let me be boring
It's regular talking without any feeling
I noticed the ceiling
Is closer than before
It's all the fucking time