The fly flies
Behind my head
I can't see it
But
I can hear it
Buzzing like a bastard
Inside my brain
Like a bad memory
Like a bad day
Like a bad anything
Buzzing
The beat of its wings
A ridicule to my own life
Sitting in the same house
On tbe same day
Wasting our lives away
The difrence being
He will die tomorrow
But the next day
My brain
Will still be
Buzzing.
