An Injurious Fly On the Wall

if i were a fly on the wall with a paintbrush, i'd be lost and every reflex of mine would be disabled by confusion my handicap would prevent experiences with bliss but would cause catastrophes with heartbreak by dawn i would dead and unknown with the dried up earthworms beneath the ground of your throne a familiar footprint would represent the mediocre attempt of my amorous stint.... ....and splattered would be i, the proverbial wall dwelling fly....