Walls smeared with red
The rotten smell of a cadaver
He won’t be the last one here
There are flies on the window

                                                         ­                 A liquid pools around her
                                                             ­  Looks of wine but reeks of death
                                                           ­         She won’t be the last one here
                                                            ­     There are maggots on the walls

He follows the flies
He knows they’re full of lies
It’s a question of trust
But in a state of panic, trust is all he has

                                                            ­                     She weeps as she slips
                                                         But this final stretch can’t be her last
                                                            ­                      It’s a question of trust
                                                           ­         She trusts fate to save her past

He thinks he is getting close

                                                          ­     She knows she is going nowhere

He thinks it’s a question of time

                                                         She knows the maggots draw closer

He can see the flies growing in numbers

                                        She can feel the maggots crawling on her skin

He is stripped of his sight
The flies love the smell of the guilt on his face
He screams

                                                        ­                             She cannot hear him

He fights the demons that feast on him
He rips off his skin to free himself from the guilt
But that only attracts even more demons

                                                         ­     She is stripped down to the bone
                                                         The maggots have found their home
                                                            ­                                       She screams

He cannot hear her

                                                     She realises that fate betrayed her trust

He realises that the flies betrayed his trust

                 Their trust only drew them closer to their demise