Kodugaah

These brazen mofos
 
swarm at me in plain sight
 
Drunk on the smell of my blood,
 
they grow fatter and fatter
 
They are shameless and kamikaze
 
They respawn from anti-mater;
 
for every one I slaughter
 
now comes another three
 
 
They dance around me
 
as if it were a boxing ring
 
I had closed all windows and doors
 
yet, how can there be more of these things?
 
Six score must already have gone down;
 
Twisted, snapped and shriveled
 
many carcasses upon the ground
 
I struck them with an electric zap
 
cremating them to oblivion
 
or sometimes crumpled them with my thunder clap
 
 
Their attacks have left me shaking and rattled
 
I've developed an irritating twitch
 
all throughout the night we've battled
 
My terrain is pitted with the mounds of mines
 
that increase the stinging and itching over time
 
 
Their whistling through the air still haunts
 
Their taunts climb up my hair,
 
I'm under siege
 
They're entering my brain
 
climbing mental walls I can't repair
 
The buzzing of their wings
 
has driven me insane;
 
my colour drained to brittle beige
 
 
There's no relief from the intrusion
 
no chance to calm my mind
 
or focus on everyday domestic thoughts
 
They're probing drones have been relentless
 
I can't unwind from this net of barely visible immortals
 
in which I have been cruelly caught