Flies, like a murder of crows,
Don't want to leave me alone,
Buzzing and biting my nose,
Each fly has a mind of its own.

Slapping myself on the cheek,
Just sends them darting away.
My spirit is beaten and weak,
I cannot continue this way.

I recall one-by-one the events of my life,
All the great dreams, which never came true.
Do we have to continue this terrible strife?
Please don't ask me to stay - cut me loose.

Dark thoughts, like clouds of black flies,
Keep swarming around my head.
Fogging my brain and my sore eyes,
Making me wish I were dead.

Squashing each thought is a hard job,
Much tougher than killing a fly.
You can't interrupt me - I won't stop.
I'll teach you that hope never dies.

I recall one-by-one the events of my life,
All the great dreams, which never came true.
Do we have to continue this terrible strife?
Let me go so I can start anew.


Moogla