Caught flies
They dig their toes in my brain
The sound keeps me awake
Buzzing pulsates my brain
But oh, the sound it makes
Neurotic noise
Atonal atrocities
The sound that follows the yearning of
Quiet
I start running
To get away from it all
But oh, it's all my own
Courier of flies
Did you want to die?
Well, we all want to die!
We all die sometimes