Heaven Made Just For Me

I wish I could say

It’s sure been a full life for me

But my feet aren’t as calloused

As I need them to be

The bags underneath my eyes

Take more and more luggage

Weighing me down with worries

Each passing day

What I really need is a place

That I can be

A heaven made just for me

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

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