The Fourth Plague: Flies

Tell me what you wish to do? You know that your wish most likely will not come true Not to worry because your life has been one big disappointment anyway Thinking that if I fall asleep to her breathing It is not despair, it is certainly that I have suffered enough and that I am sacrificing myself for her Tell me what you wish to do, Chileab

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

He knew that she would leave the light on for him Suppose that it was possible that she forgot this night Only the crescent moon dragged its way across the dirt path he walked on And as he closed his eyes, his mind began to drift away This time was the only time he was able to cover her mouth as he ripped apart her chest with his nails Her screams soaked his hand with with spit and blood As she fell to the floor, he walked away with joy

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

And the olive trees, for the locust devoured them as well You will not let me die Why not The trees and fields have been picked dry yet you keep me here for what To sit at your side. Let me die young and empty of days Bury my bones under the bare olive tree Let my name rest on the tip of your tounge As the night captured our still voices The contrast of the sky locks our eyes one last time

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Let me rip the throat of your still warm body Cover my eyes with the blood of lying fool A person you sought after innocence in my arms A person you took advantage of For I am the fool I am the fool you walked past threw these lies I am the man that shall be punished Let it be known that we create a desire and that we are the only creatures that can

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

As the sun died in the background of the autumn trees, the cries ceased The wind blew across the cold and blistered ground Her vivid leaves danced in the air only inches above the ground they slept upon The wind began to grow robbing the branches of the willow tree With this the cries ceased One by one the leaves fell upon the cold ground as the wind gathered itself once again

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025