I shake these words out of my head,
But they swarm back.
A million killer bees on a mission.
Filling my soul with dread.
Not enough
You can't hold on
It's all over
A full on assault.
The buzzing is enough to drive a person mad.
The hive has broken open.
They are angry.
Ready to serve a death blow to anybody near.
All I can do is curl up and say my final plea.
Stingers poised, they deliver.
Pure agony.
Last thoughts always profound I wonder...
Is this tortured death worth the sweet taste of honey?