Dead Fly in the Sky

I am a dead fly in the sky
hovering over deadtime
been so for a lifetime
buzzing my life line
treating myself to a plate of die
scripting pictures of hell as it rise
fountain dipping into blood
I open my eyes to a flash flood




Im a dead fly in the sky...



I can see the whispers climb the wall of silence
I can hear the faces face the expression of violence
I can feel the scent agaisnt my loose thoughts of nonsense.
and I can smell the touch of death growing towards my conciousius