Fly, Flies, Flung

Fly,
Flies,
Flung.

A fly, 
A single fly is all it takes to send me over the edge,
Swirling and zooming.
Humming it’s tune,
And Sinking,
Sinking itself near my head,
Getting louder and louder,
It's a song searing itself in my head until it is all I see.
But there are flies,
So many, 
It is louder now,
And louder still in my head.
All it took was a fly,
This demon summoning,
Lord of the flies,
Flies that fly straight at me,
Mocking me,
And how I hate them.

And so I flung.
Flung a book,
Flung a bat,
Flung a chair,
And finally,
Finally,
I flung myself,
Out,
Out and downwards,
And as the concrete grows close,
I can’t help but smile.

The lord of the flies, flies.