Meghan - The Flies

flies, they crowd every orifice
deeply snuggled in each ghostly crevice
everywhere I look around, I see the nasty flies
layers upon layers painted and plastered to the lids of my eyes
fucking disgusting, creeping horrible flies
never ever leaving, vast hordes fill the skies
crawling on and through my festered skin
through my ears into my brain they're seeping in
whether I'm in my bed to sleep
or in the perilous grave, so deep
the flies, low and high, they creep
everywhere, everywhere, I'm itching
my eyes, skin and body are twitching
paranoid that they'll eat me alive
throughout my dreams and waking life
the flies, like some never-ending nightmare, strike

Meghan

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