Bed Bugs

When I turn out the lights
I grow afraid
Of the creepy-crawly things
That race out my mind.
They haunt me to no end
And cause me great displeasure
Because of the longing that they evoke
From my deepest heart.
I can't keep them away
No matter how hard I seem to try
And I get hurt every time
When they bite so hard.
I am left with their marks,
Their scar-causing venom
Runs through my veins,
And I have to hide from others
What they have done to me.
I beg and plead my brain
To send them away
But I am too attracted
Too seduced
To really have them leave.