Flies Poem by Vision Ghost

When it released that of the red pearls not solidified
I held it to my tongue and remember how she cried
Before the taste goes cold like of the warmth of her
The heat seeping now through the eviscerated cure

So much of this contamination passing by my door
Every day, daily as I remain unseen and silent from law
In my little world of black and my little place of nothing
So safe, because, if you can’t see it, it isn’t happening?

Could say one is the lurking denial behind your curtain
That passing thought or of the jailed forgotten villain
The practitioner no one speaks of to condemn reality
But I am here, an event of your nightmares so quickly

As I am in solitude waiting the pondering thought
Devoid of all your little conclusions of me so wrought
Yet of hell fires forbidden I’d know more than you
Eyes staring, heaven sending before lips turn blue

So perfect death, so still, becoming as your saviour
She didn’t say thank you, rude, because I saved her
From this blighted place, this zoo, this infested land
Location of a dog showing more humanity than man

I don’t want the flies here, not that I shall ever fear
But they might take away my perfection to revere
Just like the bullies did, year after year after year
As they breed filth, to breed filth to now so rear

But they land on her skin, their black upon her blue
They are the little dark clowns upon my circus hue
She isn’t perfect anymore, ruined my birthday cake
I need to go and find another and for her to forsake