Black Fly from The Album by chimera

nineteen demons count them
now there is twenty
inside the burning building
burning red
black smoke is rising
rising into a black night
black night yielding
not one glimpse of light
i see it all from a stained glass window
candles burning melting and giving light
i’m face down and questions are rising
rising into a black light less night

walking down the pier
i’m counting fifty-nine
and i’m not even half way there
the seagulls are flying
and the children are crying
and i can see the distant horizon
this bay drifts out to sea
and the sea it meets the sky
i want to fly fly away
maybe find me a better day

i pray again
and fade out into a dream
where i sleep in relief
i pray again

i just counted one hundred and four
then i pressed power
i can’t watch it anymore
innocent are dying
and innocence is dying
and we are just lying to ourselves
i sit alone
on my soft comfortable bed
staring at the blank white ceiling
a blackfly is flying
a blackfly is dying
a blackfly is searching
for something he won't find

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