I watched them pour tiny insects from the sky

Their cold indifference brought a comfort to my mind

Their shapes convulsing on the windshield late at night

Illuminated by the artificial light

And then the rain would wash it all down to the mud

Trickling away, little emotions in the flood

I sit and watch them bleed as I wait for more to come

More tiny insects clinging to my bedroom wall

They come inside to occupy a space so small

Their little bodies moving all around the room

I lay down on the bed and watch them passing through

And then I see at night, a world all glowing red

The flowers and the trees twisting slowly through my head

Didn't hear a thing as the rumors, they were spread

And no illusion did appear to hide the things I saw

No gentle hand to grip me there and pull me through the dark

Was getting closer every day to what I see falls way behind

I watched them crawl, tiny insects on the ground

Leaving their traces as they moved without a sound

Their shapes convulsing on the windshield late at night

Illuminated by the artificial light

And then the rain would wash it all down to the mud

Trickling away, little motions in the flood

I sit and watch them leave as I wait for more to come