The Swarm’s Fear (I Am)
In the buzzing dark where the swarm collects,
A thousand wings beat with malicious intent.
Each drone a carrier of primal dread,
A cloud of fury overhead.
They move as one, a living shroud,
Their hum a hymn both fierce and loud.
No shelter hides you from their sweep,
In the swarm’s domain, no soul can sleep.
A single sting, a flash of pain,
Then hundreds more descend like rain.
Your skin alive with crawling fright,
The swarm consumes the fading light.
You swat and scream, but numbers win,
They find the cracks to crawl within.
Each buzzing whisper speaks your name,
In the swarm’s embrace, you’re just a game.
The air grows thick with wings and fear,
A droning chorus sharp and clear.
No corner safe, no wall too high,
The swarm descends from every sky.
And when the buzzing finally dies,
You’re left alone beneath the skies,
Skin raw, mind racing, heart still fast,
The swarm has passed, but dread holds fast.