Mosquitoes

The mosquitoes are singing
as I'm lying in my bed
one close to my ear
I pull my covers overhead

And I cower with fear
as they sing next to my ear
They hover and haunt
for what I've got that they want.

They want my blood
but not for what I use it for
they want it for themselves
and something more

They sing around my bed
with no regard for privacy
they only want my blood
they don't care about me.

It won't matter what I do
it won't matter what I say
Mosquitoes want blood
and they'll take it any way.