The Fly

Over on the wall,
can’t you see me? I’m the helpless small one with the wings.
The iridescent eyes, in the corner
and I can’t look past your demon moving closer
toward the one I live for.

I can see you can’t stop scheming.
She moves so slowly,
so unyielding,
so grounded.
You look over toward her now,
oh so evil.
Your demon eyes move to see
the sweet silk of her skin,
but can your eyes see me?

I see you can’t stop watching.
Watching her move
so beautiful,
so innocent.
Walk over to her now,
oh so sour.
Your demon ears erect to hear
the sweet sound of her voice,
but can your ears hear me?

Hey you, the one in red.
I’m watching as you move in on
the only one in this world I love.
And watch yourself as I wish I could fly
toward your rotting carcass
to eat every last part of you whole
before you make a demon of my angel.

I see you can’t stop tasting.
She is made of sugar
so vivid,
so earthly.
Listen to her say now,
“oh so sorry”.

Your demon body floats to feel
every last part of her purity
but can your body feel me?

Over on the wall,
can’t you see me? I’m the helpless small one with the wings.
The iridescent eyes in the corner
and I can’t look past the demons moving closer,
toward what they’ll die for.

 

- Kerry Varga