Flying silently solo along this morbid path of lies
Haunting vultures swoop down to my shoulder
Waiting to tear at my insides and leave me to die
Like those birds of death, you come soaring down to burden me
Burden me of your sins and your gracious pain
That you so selfishly bestow on my every innocent whim
You are the one who turned my angelic eyes into furious pits of fire
Look at me.. A body lost in what I thought was true.
Author notes
Yes.. Another rather short one. But for some odd reason, I only get inspiration when Im talkin on AIM. Thats prolly cuz I was talkin to 2 of my best friends about some issues that Im having right now. But oh well.. New poem.
Written January 11th, 2005
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