I wither away as my world Decays.

why does the fly buzz so loudly
and why do i see myself hanged up on the wall, down on the floor, and buried in stuff.
why am i on the shelf and not with you.
Where are the angels of the city?
Do the voices in my head mean something, or am i just crazy.
do the screams antagonize me, or just surprize me.
across this world a war begins.
i wither away as my world decays.
the sharp ends of this stick shall decide
whether i to live or die.
to move or stay
I shall decay.
it is the price i pay.
to look into your eyes
to hold you tight
i shall decay.
it is the price i pay.
to drink your blook
to bond with thee
i shall decay
it is the price i pay.