Flies and Birds

Flies all around me making patterns in the sky

All of their instincts tell them to circle me because my

Eyes are shot blood red, three-quarters closed

But shine like glass that's been disposed

I want to walk away before they comes and lay their eggs

But I can't get the feeling back into my legs

"You're stressing out," you said before you sat back down

"You're rocking back and forth and your eyes keep darting all around,"

That's when the sound of your voice carried me

Beyond this buzzing misery

To city streets all soaking wet from rain