the rush

As i lay down , on my bed
i get a crawling feeling , a strange dread
as dark descends, the rush begins
hundreds hungry eyes and their
kith and kins

their up hill journey starts , as i dream
every thing funny, as it seems
silently they come , as iam away
hundreds little creatures and one i lay

sustaining so many lives , i don't feel proud
donating my blood to the laziest crowd
some satisfied,becomes hail and hearty
still some striken with poverty

as morning arises, the rush calms down
some retreating guests , i see and frown
strange and funny a bed bugs life
eat and sleep no fuss no strife........