Flies

The flies have returned.
As I rise through the layers of gause covering my eyes
I hear the hum of their wings.
Humans have walked through the gardens,
Kicking my brains to bits to clear the way.
The sky fell today, you know.
You probobly couldn't feel it,
Because the lightning hasn't cracked your head.
Not like it's done to me.
The sky barrelled into my head,
And I saw the children dying on spits
Roasted by Daemons
...
Surrounded by maggots.
Maggots from my head.
The Flies, they taunt me.
They promise me things
But make me watch the children...
...the dying children...
And the maggots.
The flies drive people away from me.
They frighten them with their songs.
And images
Of children
And Maggots.
The screams of children
The hum of Maggots
The laughs of Daemons
The purrs of kittens...
I am dead, am I not?
They killed me...
But they're quiet
Because now
I have ripped out my eyes...

Maggots

Maggots.
They flew from the corpse of an old woman,
And infested my head.
Ohh, how they buzz!
Damn scavengers, all of them feeding on my brain!
Oh, look at the smoke!
That came from my head, old friend...
All that smoke...
A woman who smoked cigarettes...
She lit my head on fire...
Locked me in a cage,
And the metal water came,
Licking at my haunches.
I talked to it,
But it continued to lick at me,
Swirling through my body.
But it never touched my head.
They maggots buzzed louder.
They were furious!
They were determined to punish me
And return to their nests in my brain.
All they want is a home, you know.
They told me so.
How can I shove someone out of their home?
I was taught it wasn't nice.
The maggots don't harm me if the metal water doesn't come.
But when it does, they scream and buzz.
Some of them die.
I'm not a killer.
Sometimes I just can't help it, though...

Metal Water

Wolves howl my name
And the Metal Water licks at my heels.
The water is quiet, and silences the flies.
I've always wondered what it sounds like down there...
Do the minnows sing instead of the maggots?
Are there liches who cast spells to keep me afloat?
I have mated with the Metal Water, you know.
She let me into her cold, wet vulva,
And tossed me around.
She forced me to react by making me cold
But she silenced the maggots for a time
And gave me peace.
The maggots found me, though,
And pulled me ashore.
They buried back into my head.
The water had taken them away.
I surprised myself by mourning their absence...

Wind of Fire

Promises...
I made a promise once.
Probably because I didn't think of the implications.
I'm a fool that way.
The Metal Water,
She's still there, of course.
But she leaves me alone.
I'm glad she no longer molests me.
It feels good not to have her encasing me.
Time has past, though.
He interest in me has worn thin.
I guess that's why she leaves me alone.
Because she's moved on to someone who isn't filled with maggots.
Its just as well.
Now that she's left,
I am too warm,
And my throat burns for water.
I guess when one punishment is worn out
Another is presented.
No matter.
The wind coos to me.
It's made of fire, you know.
Like the fire that lit up my head.
But the flies don't buzz.
They sleep.
It's quiet now...

The Boat

The wind left as soon as it came
Just like the water.
It scolded me because of the maggots,
Said I was in my own world.
But it left.
Now the water sings,
But not the metal water.
It coaxes me into a boat
And carries me away.
The boat is resentful.
It wishes it could just stay.
But the water won't let it.
What kind of water is he?
He is not cold, like the metal mistress.
But he does not burn me
Like the wind did.
He wishes to help me.
The boat does, too.
He does not scold me,
Like the wind and rain.
He does not molest me,
Not like the water.
What do you do,
Gentle waves?
Do you woo your victims,
Then slaughter them?
Do you promise riches,
And give famine?
I wont mind.
I never mind.
Do you not see the flies?
Do they not repulse you?
How can you stand the sight of me,
O gentle water?
I hear the bleating of a lamb
But see none.
You trick me, gentle water.
You want only me claws
And my eyes.
You say you don't lie,
But I've seen many liars, you know.
You are not the first.
I will not forget your trickery,
And I will be sure to tell others.
Goodbye...

Krystalnacht

Gaping wounds on my brain,
Pus dripping off their sticky surfaces,
The maggots feeding off the blood-streaked scars.
For once, they are happy.
But their happiness doesn't compensate for my agony.
I'm trapped inside my head, and the smoke irritates the sores.
The raw skin beneath the layers of pus and blood
Brings hope of new skin to grow and cover it...
But they fester,
Bacteria feating on them,
Eating away at the newborn cells.
The scorpions with tender eyes sting at the wounds,
Poisoning them.
I can't hide.
My heart pumps black ichor,
It's thick fluid oozing through my veins,
Dripping from the sores and into my skull,
Filling and pushing out of my eyes.
It stings, but the feeling isn't new to me.
The pain can be ignored,
But the angry maggots can't.
They can't feed on the ichor.
They want blood.
But I can supply no more.
The ichor will turn to ashes,
And my fur will fall from its roots,
My skin flaking off.
I will die, and so will they.
I must continue,
But the sores mark the point of no return.
It's time to say goodnight...

Mirrors

I saw my reflection today.
Naked flesh with livid blotches,
Pulsing sickly under patches of raw skin.
The maggots are dying as well,
Getting caught in the ichor-caked sores,
Dying in the decaying holes of my brain.
My skull is melting,
The black ichor constantly dripping from my eyes.
My limbs no longer work,
But I must stay for as long as I can.
The maggots must live to get to another host.
What if they die?
Then my memory dies...
Any knowledge that I existed,
Gone.
And yet I wish for that to happen.
There are many who would be better off not knowing,
As my memory is horrific.
To remember me
Is to remember death a misery.
A creature aware of what it is going through,
But one that is unable to do anything about it.
Ichor that oozes from the sides of my eyes.
My breath is drawing to an end.
That must mean I'm dying.
I must be.
I hope my memory dies with my body.
There's nothing anyone can benefit from it.
One who cries without tears,
Without meaning...
Or is there meaning?
I will never know.
I have always been misread.
Always.
There's no two ways about it...

Death

The flies have all died.
No maggots have survived.
I only figured as much.
All those memories...
The only good times shared were times of war...
Times of refuge...
Times of running...
Running...
Going far away.
I am now far away from them.
Farther than I've ever been.
No one to remember me.
But it's better that way, you know.
Tears shouldn't be shed for a beast.
I've town at the sores,
And ichor flows from them like water.
It wont be long now.
My heart has already turn to ash,
And the ichor has caused me to go blind.
Somebody hold my hand...
I'm afraid...
I'm afraid of being so alone...
The maggots have always been there...
But they've gone away...
The ashes clog my throat....
It's hard to breathe...
No one is there...
Nowhere to hide...
No words to say...
Terrified...of...being...

...alone...

~Fin~