THE FLIES

Armed with jealousy

And the doubting that it spreads

Aligned with jealousy

From dark corners of a trend

And flies descend on the dead

Swarming over them

Moving at a fever’s pace

From muddy water’s decadence

The false smile may last awhile

But the mask will fall away

As flies descend on the dead

Beneath the stench of all your lies

The motion comes to rest

Amongst the shit and helpless cries

I’m buried in a pit

And flies descend on the dead

Sweeping over them

Buzzing towards decaying waste

From infestation cavern’s end

The false smile may last awhile

But the mask will fall away

As flies descend on the dead

Your plans come full circle

Your plans without me

All your dreams put to fire

Their fruition is never seen

And the flies gather slowly

Like dark clouds behind me

All your feelings are up for hire

Their climax never reached

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 2002, all rights reserved