Fine Fat Flies The Residents

Soon I woke when I was sleeping
With a restless reaching feeling
But did not know what I was reaching for
I got up and started walking
But soon found that I was stalking
Prey that I could utilize for more
Than just an easy conversation
Or an evening's inspiration
Now the time was right for something more

As I walked I thought of flies that
Stuck to sticky pecan pies that
People put upon the window sill
And how those fine fat flies would feed
Until they satisfied their greed then
Buzzed about in panic till they died
Knowing where my feet would take me
If I kept on moving made me
See myself exactly like those flies
Drawn into a situation
That with some consideration
Never would fulfill its smiling smell
But there was no hesitation
In my step or in my making
Sure the door was quiet when it closed
And as I walked into the darkness
I could sense a wakened sharpness
Penetrating deep within the room
Then I touched her arm and throat and
Found beneath my hand a coat of
Moisture, though the night was not too warm
The other one was breathing deeply
So I thought he must be sleeping
But then again I wasn't really sure