The Respect of Flies

A very abstract analogy of the everyday person, the view of life and the way we are all the drones to a higher, more powerful entity.

A feeling...

acid rain is flowing through the ill

Making my kind all drop like anvils...

Into the barbs of a belated prize...

All of these heathens have the respect of flies

Take these...

These plagued wings God has given me...

Their only use is to spread the diseased

Eat me...

just like the other bloated toads...

My rotting mind can't think of any other road

A thousand eyes...

none of them are of use...

When the distortion flows through the air

They misused the respect of flies

Drowned out...

from the pool of the mosquito nest

A hopeful suicide is not guaranteed

Now I am sucked back

into the rat king's mass

Into that mass...

of sporadic energy...

Can't help but drive towards her scent

Those blotted colors upon the tender leaf

Enticing me...

with her honeyed malcontent

Gorge myself on her...

like an insect could believe

The trap finally flies...

as I am stuck between his glass

But my consciousness...

it bothers the future mess

I avoid my freedom due to a glimpse of fate

My eyes may help...

but my genes deny my escape

God has finally gave up

and taken back his sense of faith

Those who are born in May die as they may

What is a day? 

I haven't lived through one...

God does not beckon me

He has better species to supply

He spits on my kind

For they have the respect of flies...

Author's Note

My newest writing, it's heavily inspired by lyrics from Tech. Death Metal bands, (Most notably Meshuggah).