Facing Fear

I’m running through faces

I’m flicking my wrists

Carefree down the street

The onions stab my eyes

But I try not to cry

As the faces lean in

Closer and closer

Rotten Mind

There’s a fly inside of me

That I try to ignore

But it keeps bloody buzzing

Away in there

I try to drown it in booze

But it dodges it

I try to punch it

But I only hurt myself

I try to smoke it out

But it’s unfazed

 

The buzzing gets louder

When I try to sleep

I wake up to its noise

Barely with it

 

I don’t remember a time

It not being there

But it’s getting louder every day

To the point where I can’t hear

Other people

Or, myself

And

That’s dangerous

Thinking

These thoughts I feel

Bear down on me, they add themselves

Onto my back

They drag me down

Their weight increasing

I think about it

The load just gets heavier

I think about that also

Until I can’t move

And so I think about that

Until I’m crushed by its weight

A Million Angry Flies

A million flies blind my view

Their swarming black bodies buzz against me

I can feel their sick warmth

They are all I can hear

All I can

See

I walk

In search of an exit

The more I move

The more aggrivated they become

Their buzzing changes tone

Landing en-masse on my pasty skin

Vibrating their wings so rapidly

I begin to melt gradually

I close my eyes in absolute

Terror

 

The buzzing stops

I open my eyes

Slowly

A pure white horizon

Burnt out silver sun

I see her silhouette

 

I swear I can hear harps