The Flies – a poem

The flies are buzzing in the room.
They’re crawling on the floor,
They’re crawling up the wall,
And they’re crawling on my soul.

They’re buzzing in my ears,
They’re buzzing in my eyes,
They’re buzzing in my brain,
And they’re buzzing in my pain.

They’re eating me alive,
They’re eating me away,
They’re eating me to death,
And there’s no one left to save me.

I’m screaming, but no one hears,
I’m crying, but no one cares,
I’m dying, and there’s no one left
To stop the flies from eating me.

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