Fly

Ah the fly is in my eye,
The back drops
Falls into the sky,
There is nowhere to die
Just cry
And sigh
There isn’t much of a life
Without you my love
My turtle dove
High up above is where we meet
Among the pain
I must ask,
Are we sane?
It is such a shame
That we smile
After running through
Tacks, thorns, and cadavers for miles,
We steal smiles
And make them ours
We are the “lucky ones,”
But not really
Karma’s a bitch.