The Fly

The noise
The horrendous
Hideous
Habitual noise
Of a fly
Buzzing in my ear
There then
Gone
For blessed few
Ticking moments
In which the ticking
Takes precedent,
Only slightly less annoying,
But a reprieve
Nonetheless;
Then the fly is back
Buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing
Like the inmates
In an asylum
Driving me ever madder
And closer to their layer.
Oh the endless buzzing
Blocking out the
World around me
So only sight can tell
Me the sound a fire alarm makes
And oh
How often my
Eyes do
Deceive me.
The buzzing
Like a cancer in the brain
Likely forming a tumor therein
Which will grow and grumble
And eventually explode
Leaving a neat little hollow
Between my ears
A path for the
Fly to follow
From one side of my head
To the other
Without getting wet
In the event of rainfall.
Oh the buzzing
Growing louder
Ever Louder
And LOUDER again
Raising my agony
In a crescendo
That rises,
Breaks
And rises again
Until
SLAT!
Oh my,
I've killed my only friend.